She never seemed to do that when her mom was home. . . . . I made plates of munchies for the party goers, but the most part I left them alone and dran...k beer and watched movies in my home office. A little before midnight I heard Jeannie call me downstairs. So we watched the ball drop in Times Square, gave each other hugs and platonic kisses, and I popped open the bottle of champagne I bought for a traditional glass of bubbly for all of us. Jeannie and Tracie's phones both buzzed within moments. He just stood there watching me."Where's the boy?" I asked."Oh... he's gone." Gone?" I was startled. I had assumed there was more to come featuring me and the boy."Yup. It's just you and me babe."I was surprised at my sense of disappointment. I had thought I'd get to see what he looked like."Who is he?" I asked."That you shall never know." God, Angus, you can't do that! I must know!"He shrugged and shook his head."Why must you know?" Well of course I must! Does he know who I am."Angus. So, be careful. All right?" Gracious! I hadn't thought of that. Yes, of course, I'll be careful."Gracious? I stifled a chuckle and wondered if Kitt were gay. San Francisco was a known haven for gay men."If you run across a link that points to the partner's involvement, no matter how tenuous, I want to know about it immediately," I said."I understand."I hung up and called Jack Stark, the attorney I hired to check on the status of probate for the Stewart estate."I've got good news and bad news,". While reaching for the object, she was moving her big round ass. The bulge of her big ass killed my focus completely. I could not resist myself from stroking my penis and after several hard passionate jerks; I sprayed the sticky juice all over the front door of my house.Amisha: Oh, Baby! (she exclaimed) What have you done? (giggled)Myself: I couldn’t resist myself. The view of your ass, even though it’s covered, is too tempting. Don’t worry; I still have a lot of juice left inside me. These are.