”“Steve?” I asked.“A Fonte try-out,” she said. “I like to find out what my lovers are like before forging bonds with them.”“That’s n...t what you taught me,” I said.“No, but then Danielle and I needed you to find new Fonti quickly.”“Okay, well, have fun, and let the others know I’m thinking about them.”“I will,” she said. “Talk to you tomorrow.” Then she hung up.I returned to the living room. Alyssa and Mom had turned off all the lights except for the tree. Between that and the fire in the. That evening was a "Western night" event. We were to go to a large place with a live band and local fare. Everyone had been advised to dress in a country western style. I had picked an outfit for that evening but wearing while Tom was not there to see it was a bit of a let down.I have given a nickname to that look in jest "my ready to ride or be rode outfit" I did not know how true that would be. I had on a long tight brown suede like skirt with matching jacket. I had on a leopard print blouse. Perhaps my enthusiasm to stopping her leaking all over the bed was the trigger, whatever it was, she suddenly gripped me tightly between her legs and moaned urgently. Don’t ask what that means, I have no idea how to explain it. She was moaning but it was like she was urgent as she moaned; kind of the sound you make when you moan – a long drawn noise – compressed into tighter space. Whatever, she clearly liked it.Before she could think, I had moved up and entered her. First time I needed to. She fell over me but continued to grind her pelvis against mine, mashing her clit against me which always made her cum much quicker. So she did this time. With a sharp shriek her pussymuscles started to cramp around my cock and that was to much for me. I pushed my hips up, buried my cock as deep as I could in her wet, overflowing cunt and in spurts I planted My seed in her, hoping that they would reach their goal before Tommy's.We fell asleep like this and in the morning we woke up at the same.