What no one saw was the feeling of my fingers as they moved, opening her and drawing out her wetness. The tip of my middle finger began to explore her...cleft. Toward the back, bottom, of her cleft there was no mistaking the dampness that gave evidence to the deep pool of her womanhood. Wanting to intentionally go slowly, I was careful to let my movements be slight and with careful intent. I touched her wetness. With the lubrication that flowed from her I let my finger sink slowing into her, like. One Tuesday night, Bill asked me if I could come out twice a week, instead of the once -- maybe on a Thursday evening. "You don't need a housekeeper more than once a week," I told him. "You don't hardly need one at all." What if you was to come out, and just sit out on the back porch, there, with me; the sunroom... And we could, y'know, just talk to each other? Like two old friends." Are you that lonely, Bill, you wanting to pay for someone to sit and talk to you?" Not 'someone, ' Jenny -- you,. David was trying to sort through all his kitchen utensils and supplies. There were still six boxes left marked "Kitchen." He had not unpacked any of the pots, saucepans, china, or flatware. So far he had put away all the coffee and other staples. He was beginning to realize that his hope of cooking the first meal in his new home tonight was not realistic. At least the bedroom was complete, including unpacking all his clothing. The last time David moved was when his ex-wife Sheila threw him out.. “Thanks, Nick. You’re being so nice tonight. It’s like you’re my stand-in boyfriend for the night.” I chuckle. “What does that mean?” “…I don’t know. Just – comforting me.” We’re silent for a while. Now I’m massaging her shoulders and back. “Do I get all the benefits of a normal boyfriend?” “I don’t think so… Girlfriend is so tired right now.” “Well, that tea I gave you had a lot of caffeine in it.” She gives a delighted purr and leans forward so that her shoulders are closer to me, so I keep.