It was a season where the trees would lose their leaves in cascading waves of red, orange and gold. The grass would soon become stiff stalks as the fr...st came by night and froze the thin blades from within.The drops of morning dew settled on the ground and it seemed as though they were the stars themselves.Some evenings it was a time of unseasonable warmth and other times it was damned near unbearable cold. All of which depended on the particular day and the weatherman's predictions. Often. "Completely sir," he said."Excellent. Contact me when the sweep is completed and you're ready to depart," Logan said, ending the conversation. "Morgan, you and Zena have the bridge, show her around and get her comfortable. I'll be downstairs," Logan said to Morgan before turned and walked off the bridge.He walked down the stairs and into the armoury, finding the three fembots and Christine cleaning weapons and armour. He walked over and grabbed his PDWs and started to clean them as he watched. I’m pleased, and I hope you’ll come visit to make sure your hide is tanned regularly. Perhaps we’ll finally tame your wildcat ways, hm? I’m certain the others in our party would thank me for it.” Amelie moves a hand to rest on Tasha’s hip as she speaks, giving her a comforting smile. It’s a very different vibe than the stern admonishing Tasha usually receives, and the result is pretty obvious, the faint tent in the front of her nightdress that she only barely notices catching Amelie’s attention. They were shaking, then I noticed her body was shaking as well. At this point I really wasn't ready to cum, and with the lack of stroking I figured I was safe, but the shaking of her body, the pulsating twitching of her pussy around my dick, and her face, oh my gosh her face. It was flushed with color, eyes glaring at me, lips softly open like she need a drop of the cum to land on her tongue. I started to feel it come on, the rush of cum flying up the shaft of my penis. Just then her lock gave.