Each nodded and he looked at me, "very well done human."I cleared my throat, "call me Kimber or Hunter sir."He grinned, "Hunter it is."He gestured, "s...ow him his quarters Myra."I looked at the girl that had been bringing me my meals. She grinned and took my hand before pulling me towards the hatch. I followed and could not help looking down at her cute butt. She was wearing a loose shirt like all Kaire with a long skirt that had a slit for her tail. The set of rooms seemed large after living on. We fucked again, of course. I slipped on the most interesting of the ticklers the store clerk had given me–given her, really. It was a rubber ring with three thin rubber ‘fingers’ attached to it by quarter-inch bits of nylon cord, so they could swing freely and move around in Millie’s pussy as I fucked her. The effect was devastating. ‘Oh, God, Jeff, what IS that? It–oh–it feels–ungh–fantastic–‘ She was already shivering and spasming, and we had only just started. ‘It’s called a French. Laura had seen to that. And Emma’s love. Shit. There. He’d said it. Love. Nothing good could come of that and he tried to push it from his mind. It was not safe for him to love or be loved. Everything he’d loved in his life had died. Sure, he had Carl, Laura, Bonnie and the others, but anything that was his, that he’d been charged with protecting, had always died. Always. At least he had Emma. But don’t love her. Just take each day as it comes and cherish it. Don’t love her. They were really. " Andy kicked off the heels and took a seat in the living room so Lacy could get changed. He ran his hands over his nylon clad legs and his now prominent breasts as he sat and waited. He allowed his hand to slid under his skirt and the feeling of nylon and silk against his skin caused his cock to grow harder with each passing minute. Less than a half an hour later she called him back to her room. Lacy stood in the middle of the room clad in an electric blue minidress made of spandex with.