Because she won, Jessica got to choose again, this time going for the Ouija board that looked like it was an antique.

“Are you sure?” Dean asked, taking it from the pile.

“Yeah, it looks neat!” Jess said.

Dean beamed, kissing her on the cheek. I would later learn the story behind the board and the role it played in a particular segment of Dean's family. Apparently, they weren't all rich snobs.

Turning out the lights and lighting candles set into what looked like an antique candelabra, Dean set the mood nicely. As Jess and I watched, he set up the board, only laying our hands down when indicated. He seemed to be taking the whole thing really seriously.

“Who would you like to contact?” Dean asked.

“Mommy,” Jessica said, more calmly than I might have expected.

“O-okay,” Dean said.

I was really proud of him. He stayed calm and played along, all his attention focused on Jess as we tried to contact Simone. According to the board, she was okay but missed us, Jessica taking the news really well, actually seeming just a little bit happier after.

Turning the lights back on and putting the candelabra back in its trunk, it was time for another game. Looking to lighten the understandably heavy mood a bit, I suggested we play Twister — a ridiculous game if there ever was one.

Jess was still too small to get on the mat, there being too much of a risk of her getting hurt, so instead, she was given the vital job of operating the selector chart and calling out the orders. A task to which she took quite quickly, shouting out the indicated foot and hand positions like a pint-sized drill Sergeant.

It started off innocently enough, Dean and I keeping to our own sides. I had done some gymnastics when I was younger and had gone to college on a scholarship for Math and Ballet, so I was nothing if not flexible. Dean took notice of this. Not seeming to mind at all. Even if I was kind of kicking his ass.

Then it happened. An order was shouted, with surprising conviction, that would require Dean to reach down between my widely spread legs to reach the nearest blue spot. His arm pressing up against my pussy as he did so. I didn't think it was deliberate, but he also didn't seem to really mind. I wondered if he knew how turned-on I was. If he could feel the warmth of my eager pussy through both my shorts and my panties. I tried to check and see if he was hard, but I couldn't quite see from that angle.

The next position required was too demanding, and Dean went down like a ton of bricks. Falling flat onto his back.

“Are you okay?” I asked, helping him up, noting the raging hard-on pressing up against the inside of his fancy suit pants.

There was no denying it, we were really into each other, despite our somewhat bumpy start. Both of us realizing this at about the same time, the rest of game day took on a distinctly flirty tone. Dean's voice having a particular ring when announcing that I had sunk his battleship.

We would also hold hands and steal lustful glances at each other whenever Jessica wasn't looking. It was fun, but I wondered if it was really going anywhere.Chapter Nine - DeanGameday had left Jessica pretty tuckered out — despite her protests to the contrary. Picking her up, I took her to her room to tuck her in. Becky had told me what books Jess liked and filled me in on the going to bed procedure in general.

“Is Becky coming?” Jess asked with a big yawn after the second story was finished.

“Would you like her to?”

I had planned on doing this myself but also understood that Jessica and Becky had built their own relationship. I didn't want to push things too hard.

“She sings to me,” the little girl explained.

Suddenly, I had a flashback to being sick in bed, Simone singing softly to herself as she came down the hall with another bowl of chicken soup and glass of orange juice. It wasn't ridiculous to think that she would have sung to Jessica in the womb, and probably after.

“I'll get her,” I said.

“How’s the little one?” Becky asked as I returned to the couch, greeting me with a soft kiss.

“She wants you?”

“She does?”

“She says you sing to her. I've got a pretty decent baritone, but I don't think that was what she meant.”

“Ah, duty calls, I’ll be back in a jiffy,” Becky said, shaking a leg out of the room, her sweet ass shaking a bit as well. It could have been an accident, but I wasn't entirely convinced.

While the nanny was gone, I popped into the kitchen to get a few things, getting all set up before Becky came back.

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