Here, roll over honey, rest.”She clung tightly to him as he rolled to her side and slipped out of her.He reached down her tummy and slid his fingers... to her sex, finding a slippery mess.“Ooh,” he whispered. “What’s all this?”“It’s you, and me.”He pushed his fingers inside her, feeling the juices flow around his fingers and hand. He tapped her leg insistently and she lifted it, giving him better access. He slipped his fingers all around her, even sliding to her backside to rub her hot little. She could either pay the rent or pay for daycare, she couldn’t pay for both. She couldn’t ask Mrs Jackson if she could pay less, she was already paying less than everyone else.She just wasn’t prepared for life without Vince. He paid the rent and gave her a little extra for, stuff. She was going to miss the money that Vince gave her more than Vince.She closed her checkbook and sat back, angry with herself. Vince was dead and all she could think of was how that impacted her and Dylan. She felt. It felt tight across her bosom, and the bottom lay just above her knees.She sashed it and let out a tremulous sigh. Her nipples tingled when they slid against the silken material as she stepped towards the door.As she cracked the door open, she wondered how many times she had sneaked about the mansion as a child. Whatever thrill she may have felt in reliving those moments was lost in her immediate need. Her pussy flared hot in anticipation as she slipped out of her room and closed the door. "Good job cleaning up the living room. Thank you" I told her as I headed towards the fridge to grab another bottle of water then checking my phone to see if my wife left me any messages while I was away. "Told ya I would've gotten it done, mister stern-pants" I overheard her say to me as I was looking through my phone, briefly looking up in the direction of her voice to see her looking back at me as she got up from the couch. "Pft.. 'mister stern-pants'.. that's a new one" I responded chuckling.