"Yes, of course."

Sandy smiled at the pretty Mexican crew member, "I would love to, Julia. Which..."

"Well, Senor Bryan is very much like Julio's, ah, cock? Yes...so if Peter wouldn't mind..."

Peter smiled, "Absolutely not."

Sandy nodded, "That'll leave me with both hands to get Bryan ready again!" Sandy felt Bryan's cock jump at the prospect of having Sandy's undivided attention. "Oh, Little Bry likes that doesn't he?" Sandy said with a gentle caress to his cock.

Julia turned her attention to Peter, "So...ah...well..."

Peter's smile grew wider, "Are you at a loss for words, Julia?"

"A...A l-little yes. You...maybe...like to taste me? Or..."

Peter chuckled as he reached up and ran the palms of his hands along the Mexican's breasts, eliciting a nice coo from the girl. "I'm pretty easy to please. And I do so love sampling clam I've never eaten before."

Julia blinked, confusedly. "Clam? You want clams now? Oh, I don't think we have any on board! We have Mussels...is that...OH!" She stopped as Peter's hand ran down her body to cup her vulva, giving it a bit of a squeeze.

Peter shook his head as he did so, "This is the clam I want. Or pink taco. Or to answer your question...Yes, I would LOVE to eat you out. To taste you."

"OH...I'm sorry, I'm not good with the...ah..."

"Euphemisms. Let's get comfortable."