It was very simple, each division, section, and area of the ship was displayed. To the side of them was a color code. Green, yellow, and red. Red obvi...usly meant that serious work needed to be done. Yellow meant that work was progressing but not yet finished. Green meant that they were ready for launch.There was a celebration when the first major division changed to a green status. That’s when people really started getting motivated. The race for green status got so frenzied that I had to put. My lady and Joan spend the next several minutes using my nose to heightentheir state of arousal, although I could clearly see that Joan does not needmuch in the way of encouragement. She had not bothered to close her robe andthe moisture that glistened on her legs was indication enough. This wasnoticed by peripheral vision of course, as my lady would not have toleratedany possible looking.Peter was clearly in significant discomfort. This could be judged by the levelof twists and turns his body. "Use your tongue and lube up my shaft as I work some of this meat down your virgin throat," Vince ordered.He wasn't wasting any time. As he began to feed me several inches of his boner, I freaked out. Without thinking, I reached up and put my hands on Vince's hips, trying to prevent him from stuffing any more cock down my challenged throat."That's it faggot," Vince yelled as he pulled his nearly fully erect boner from my mouth and slapped my face with his spit covered cock. "You don't listen. She gave me a good kiss on my lips once again.While kissing me her hands moved to my trousers and she started removing my pants. She using her legs removed my pants. Now my cock shoot up like a spring. She forcely sat over it. I was feeling like a hell. She took my hands and made me touch on her boobs.Now I too got on fire and I started to press and squeeze her beautiful orange shaped globes. It was of first a kind of experience for me. I was thrilled. She now unbuttoned her clips and dropped.