"George said "We aren't built to live in that kind of ship. We need this kind, with flat floors."The Admiral and I both said "decks" at the same time....Army guys. They aren't floors. They're decks."What's the difference?"I didn't have a quick answer, but the Admiral did. "What's the difference between a Captain and a Major? A howitzer and a cannon? An APC and a tank? A cupola and a turret? You're on a ship. It's a deck."George stood up, saluted the Admiral, and said "Aye, aye, Admiral" before. I could feel the cum welling up from my swollen balls, they had been sorely neglected since my coming here a month ago, but now I could see the pre-cum oozing out of my head as Sammy licked at me faster."Oh god Sammy!" I moaned, my heavy breathing and his wet lapping the only sounds in the house. "Oh fuck baby, you're gonna make me cum!" I practically screamed that last line as a white streak erupted from my cock, spattering all along my naked belly, its trail finally ending with a few drops. Paul was so fucking uptight. What did it fucking matter what he fucking thought? She was up for it, whatever he fucking was. Through the sweat that drained off her forehead onto her eyes she could just about see other eyes on her coming from the other dancers, but they were just the ones who weren't really getting it on yet. It felt much better for her tits to bump and wobble and rotate and sway with the music, free as the rest of her. And fuck! What's such a big deal about tits anyway?Hopping.. Don't worry. We are a team, you andme, the Baxter men, and we will get through this together. I promiseyou." Thanks, Dad," Tommy choked.The blowing snow continued after the two stopped for gas, a bathroombreak, a large bag of beef jerky, and a cup of hot chocolate for Tommyfrom a thermos which his grandmother had given him for the trip.Warmed by the hot chocolate, Tommy leaned over to his father. "Dad, if Iwas a girl, what name would I have been given?" You know you would have been named.