He was an acquaintance but not really a friend and I'd never once bothered him about my private vendetta against the Monroe Masher.The Chief looked to...be as old as the hills with weather toughed skin and a walrus mustache long turned to silver, but his eyes were black and sharp. The Chief had been a young patrolman here in the Key West when Papa Hemingway was still shark fishing with a Thompson machinegun, and he had ears and eyes everywhere and knew almost everyone in the Keys, including Tori. She was still cautious, still learning about another woman's body. She was gently placing kisses against my neck. Given the time, I doubt it was meant to be sensual but it had that immediate effect. I could feel my nipples harden; I know she could. I could also tell that she was enjoying her new-found power. It was heating up in my kitty; I could feel it getting wet.The other person squeezed tight against me from the front, kissed me lightly on the lips. Then her hand grasped my ass cheek and. You're still hard? Wow, what a stud..."My daughter rose to her knees and crawled right over to me, only a few feet, the distance closed almost instantly, and my daughter pulled herself up between my legs, her naked arms resting against my legs, still in pants, her face only a half a foot from my leaky pipe, standing out from my open fly. Behind her, Amy rose to her knees and watched."Daddy..." was all my baby girl said before she leaned forward, her mouth opening, tongue resting against her. " In response to Maeve's request, a large hologram formed in the center of the room. "Now please show the additions we made to the ship in the sequence we added them." The room was very quiet as Maeve narrated the changing view of Dóchas as it morphed from an exploration ship to a warship. Breacadh then rotated the image about each axis so that everyone could see all aspects of the ship.Zolta then said, "So essentially the original Dóchas is the core of your ship today." Yes." Well done." Many.