The few times our families socialized, he was always the affable good host, but his congeniality was balanced with a reserve that piqued my curiosity....he evening when I had worn a new pair of too-high heels to one of the Westons’ summer parties and stupidly tripped while navigating the stairs, a pair of strong arms kept me from tottering to the floor.“Careful, Fiona.” Mr. Weston’s authoritative voice was much closer than it had ever been and I realized he was the one who'd caught me and was now. He was building up and almost ready to leg go, and I squeezed as hard as I could, jerking him off, swallowing his moans when we kissed. I felt the wave welling up, building, pushing down and out, radiating hotness through my limbs. Eric lost control, gushing cream over my hand, and the feeling of the wet, dripping, sticky mess was enough to make me boil over. I think I soaked him. I may even have left a spot on that couch. What can I say? I’m the excitable type. It was nearly ten o’clock when. We were both into weed, drinking and poppers, porn, and big dicks. I mentioned I had a special thing for black dicks, and he chuckled and said, ‘Well, I have a friend you need to meet’. I went over, and in an hour or so, after we had gotten nice and mellow, and played around a little bit, there came a knock on the door. He answered it, and in walked something out of one of my masturbation fantasies. Tall, dark and handsome. Very dark, very handsome. We were introduced, then Walter sat down and. With our financial planning and investments, we figured if we had outside careers besides the ranch operations, by the time we were forty we could settle down to just operating the ranch.Our friendship with Kate and her husband Rick deepened to where we were now more than best of friends after getting reacquainted at a university fundraiser a couple of years back after not seeing each other for about a year due to our careers. Rick was a good friend of mine during college and we were both on.