You could clearly see the black lace bra underneath the thin white fabric. When she moved or we hit a bump, they rippled with the movement of the car,... enough to cause a hard on to build in my jeans.When we got to the house, I showed her her room, set her bags down and then gave her a brief tour. I told her she could shower off if she needed to and told her that I didn’t want to leave her alone but if she wanted to she could be alone to get use to her surroundings. Then the phone rang.“Mr.. When I got home that night, mom was still there. She wanted to know what I had been thinking about until three in the morning.I explained my plans and what I had done so far.She then surprised me by asking; “Why don’t you help me sell my house, and convert that large room over your garage into an apartment for me. I love it out here, it’s quiet, the air out here is clean, and I like being around you.”I thought about it for a couple of minutes, and told her, “That’s a great idea, mom, you know I. ‘Sorry about that. I just wanted to tell Drew that—’ Shit, tell Drew what? As I cast around for something convincing to say, part of my brain registered that Marco was fully clothed. He’d put the clean shirt on, completely concealing that bronzed muscular torso, and now looked the very image of respectability. Why the hell couldn’t Drew have turned up five minutes later? Why was life so unfair? ‘I just wanted to…’ Oh, yes. ‘Wanted to thank him again for his birthday present,’ I said in a rush.. If this was how it was going to be between us, then I was prepared now to submerse myself into it fully and completely. Even as I prepared to knock on her door, I listened momentarily, no sounds coming through that indicated what was taking place on the other side of that door. The fact I couldn't hear much of anything spoke volumes. I'd have expected to hear the continued sounds of laughter, their talking, and their normal, typical female silliness as I saw it happening inside. There was none.