The idea of her booty rubbing up against a maxi kinda made my dick hard. afraid she would see me, i backed off and went back to my friend. -two hours...later I had decided to spend the night at his house that night. Hoping to get a glimpse of his mom in her nighty, or maybe something better then that. We chilled out for about an hour, then his mom got up and went into the bathroom to brush her teeth. She was in their for about another hour, then i heard the door open, and shut, "goodnight. She was a lovely young lady, but not as smart as you. Worse, she was a redhead, and I have a certain weakness for redheads. I have a hard time telling them ‘no’.”Silence. Eyes looking into mine. Then, “Bill, I never expected you to be a monk, so I’m certainly not upset.” She sort of did that little smile thing she does. “Seeing the surprise on your face, I don’t think you were hiding something.”“Donna, I had no idea...”“Bill, honey,” she said. “You’re MY mate. I KNOW you. If you’d’ve known this. Please. We have lots to share with you.’ I kissed her cheek and Kelly and I left her. As we walked to the minivan Kelly said, ‘She can’t hear us yet.’ ‘Yet?’ ‘I think she’s going to be family before dawn tomorrow.’ Kelly said. ‘Bet on it!’ Sammi agreed. Andrea got her first look at the Pacific Ocean. Our hotel was on the beach in Santa Monica. Our room was just what Andrea had envisioned, a huge room with two king sized beds, a balcony with a view of the ocean and a huge walk in shower. Anyone. Peter, was it?" Yes, Peter was my oldest, and he was born that day. There's a picture of him on that mantle, if you want to have a look, him and Harvey. Peter's twelve in that one."I stood and walked over to the fireplace and stared at the picture. I stared for a long time. Was Peter Kittering the mysterious Preston Miles? It wasn't a proven thing, but it was close. Twelve year old Peter Kittering looked very much like a younger version of the Preston Miles I had only second hand images of. But.