Do you want to have lunch with me?" Yes!" she yelled, and then again, a little more softly, less desperate. "I'd love to."(vi.)They sat together in a ...afe, talking to each other. That's not correct, really -- in reality, she told him all she could about herself, whilst he simply listened, occasionally interjecting a question."So, where's your husband now?" Oh, Ray..." She glanced at her watch, noticing that by now he would know he'd been locked out of the house. "He's homeless." I've seen that. He suddenly reached her and started kissing her, she kissed him back, returning his longing and his desire. "I. Want. To. Fuck. You. The. Moment. I. Laid . Eyes. On. You" he said in between breaths as he kissed him, licking and sucking her lips, gently tugging it with his teeth. His hands travelled down from her face, to her breasts, to thigh. His hand slowly made his way to her core, his fingers finding its way inside her skirts, then inside her panties. He ran small circles in there, gently. I felt tired, but I had enough pleasant feelings to be really worried about that tiredness then. I was panting, and it took a while for my breath to be settled down. I wondered about the dream.I have never known all these deeds of touching or feeling my body. But my hands moved over my full breasts, and my fingers touched them magically. I only knew breasts were for women to feed their children. But I realized there was something more to it that day.I washed my groin and hands again and lay. Cindy walked in, wearing the Cowboys t-shirt and shorts (that's all she had), and practically ran into my arms as she thanked me for fixing such a nice meal. We sat down, and she ate like a starving savage, then she looked at me and apologized for her manners. I chuckled and told her not to worry, that I understood what it was like to need something, to feel hungry, and to be unfulfilled. I didn't realize it, but I was really talking about my recent breakup with my girlfriend of seven.