He was staring down my cleavage.And that sent a wicked thrill through me. My son was appreciating my charms. He thought his mother had a big pair of b...reasts. It made me lean closer to him, giving him more of a view while I stared at his face.“Come one, tell me her name,” I said, a purring catch growing in my voice. “You can tell your mother.”He ripped his eyes away, scooting his chair closer to the table. He must be hiding his hardon. That sent a wicked thrill through me. I made my son get. When we have people over for a meal, we take the soft covers off our dining table, and add or remove leaves. Potentially we can have fourteen at it.Most of the time, the kids use it, with pads on, for homework and big projects. No Volcanoes with spewing lava, thank god. Both of my children are rather smart, despite some of the things I recently heard my daughter say. She will need a guy who knows how to care for a trophy wife.At almost 14, Jeri is very pretty. I see how her brother might think. “What’s this white glow mean?”Gentle brown eyes flicked to Kelli’s fingers. “That’s how we were able to track the three of you down. The white glow means that you’re an innocent ... a good person.”Kelli lowered her voice to a barely audible whisper. “And the red?”Sakura glanced over her shoulder at Tony, saw the object of his troubled stare, then returned her gaze to the petite brunette. Those almond-shaped eyes had hardened noticeably. “It identifies the guilty.”“Could you turn it off please?”. 40 minutes later, I heard a key in the door. This time, I didn't cover up, as I thought it would be the maid again. Suddenly, a man walked in, followed by Maria. I quickly threw the sheet over me. The man was older (mid 60's) and dressed in a guyabara shirt and nice khaki slacks. He walked toward me as the maid closed and locked the door. The man said something in Spanish, and stood by my bed. Maria came over and said "me esposo." My limited Spanish meant that this was her husband. She.