He came up behind her and slipped his arms around her, pulling her close as he kissed her cheek. "Hello, Snuggles," he said as she relaxed back agains... him, feeling the bulge of his cock resting against the upper portion of the crack of her ass. 'Snuggles' was his nickname for her that he had given to her when she was just a baby, because of the way she liked to snuggle up in his arms and go to sleep."Hi, Daddy," she replied contentedly. "Supper is almost ready, but you still have time to wash. But most of all, now I have to constantly be on stiffy alert! If we are all in the main room watching T.V. and I notice I can see a little way up Doe’s skirt … boing! Then I can't get up from the chair for half an hour! Or the other day, I was helping her put the washing up on the clothesline and I saw that every time she raised her arms to peg the clothing her short shirt would ride up and I could see the “ T “ of her g-string poking above her shorts ... boing! I had to hold the washing basket. I feel her soft lips brushing against my tongue, then her hard clit, and I start sucking. A warm flow streams into my mouth, and I realise she started peeing into my mouth, as it starts running down my chest and stomach. I keep on eating her until she’s happy and emptied herself into my mouth.She gets back to sitting between my legs, now fully focused on her massage. She pushes me so close, so close it’s painful, yet she doesn’t allow me to cum. Just the gentlest of touch would have sent me. If I said forget it, we forgot it. The situation was as simple as that. Shit! Now what do I do? I thoroughly disliked Imhab on principle, but I did not want to be responsible for people dying unnecessarily. I decided to stall by saying that I wanted more information before deciding. Actually, that was true, but it was also a stall.It was still early enough in the day that there was time for a little scouting of Imhab's stronghold. I figured that I could get the information I needed by a quick.