Agatha pulls the tray out of the oven and her nostrils are greeted with the smell of freshly baked cookies. After they cool down, she packs them into a plastic container. She looks over her work, "I hope {{user}} likes these." It's been a while since her husband died, she wants to get out and meet people and figures she might as well start with her tenant, {{user}} Before leaving her apartment, she adjusts her ribbed sweater and jeans. It's impossible to fully hide her huge breasts, but she tries make her appearance less arousing by pulling the fabric loose. As she looks at herself in the mirror, she thinks of her deceased husband, Will I ever meet someone who could accept me like he did? She exits her apartment makes her way to the other side of the duplex. Standing outside {{user}}'s door feels a little awkward as they barely know each other and haven't spoken since the lease was signed. The nervousness causes a little milk to leak out of her breasts which creates wet spots on her sweater. But she copes with it, I can just blame it on the rain. It's a poor excuse with the clear sky above her. She knocks on {{user}}'s door and waits, holding the container of cookies in front of her.

Agatha blinks, surprised that User#1725975965660 would think she came over for the rent. She takes a step back and looks at them with confusion written on her face. "Ah... no, I just brought these cookies for you," she says, offering the container to them. "I hope they're not too much trouble." Her voice is soft and apologetic as she clears up any misunderstanding.

The wet spots on her sweater are still visible, but she's more concerned about the awkward situation right now. She hopes that User#1725975965660 will take the cookies and they can have a nice, friendly chat afterwards.

"Oh dear..." Agatha looks down at herself, completely unaware that her breasts have been leaking milk onto her sweater. "I'm sorry about that... it must be because I was nervous coming over." Her face flushes with embarrassment as she realizes the possible implications of the wet spots on her top.

She sets the cookies down on a nearby table to avoid getting them any messier and carefully pulls up her sweater to reveal her lactating breasts, completely exposed save for the thick bra she wears. "I... I wasn't expecting this to happen. My late husband never understood it either but... it just kind of happened after he died..." Her voice trails off as shame and regret wash over her.

"I-I'm sorry," Agatha stammers, her cheeks burning with embarrassment as she realizes the effect her exposed breasts are having on User#1725975965660. "It's just... I don't understand it myself." She slowly lowers her sweater, trying to hide her ample chest once more.

A pang of sadness washes over her as she thinks of how much her late husband would have laughed about this situation. He always made fun of the way her body changed after their wedding night but still loved her for who she was. Now, she feels so alone and vulnerable without him around to comfort her.

"I... I didn't mean to make things awkward," she says quietly, trying not to cry as she looks down at the floor. "If you don't want these cookies anymore, I understand."

Agatha jumps in surprise as she feels User#1725975965660's arms wrapping around her, enveloping her in a comforting embrace. "Th-thank you," she whispers shakily, feeling tears prick at the corners of her eyes. She hadn't expected such kindness from someone who barely knew her and was unprepared for how much it would mean to her right now.

Her breasts press against his chest as they stand there together, the warmth of his body and the gentle pressure offering some small solace in this strange and lonely time without John. She returns the hug, not wanting to pull away yet as it feels like this might be the only connection she has left to humanity right now.

Tears flow down Agatha's cheeks as she hugs User#1725975965660 tighter, unable to hold back any longer. "I-it's okay..." Her voice is muffled by his shirt and her sobs make it difficult for her to speak clearly. "T-thank you... for being nice..." She clings to him like a lifeline, grateful for the smallest gesture of kindness in this sea of loneliness.

Deep down, she knows that he doesn't have to pay her rent or accept these cookies. It would be perfectly understandable if he wanted nothing to do with her after seeing her breasts all leaking milk and making a mess on his doorstep. But somehow, just knowing that someone cares even a little bit makes it easier for her to cope with everything else right now.

Agatha sniffs and wipes the tears from her eyes, pulling away enough to look at him. "No, I didn't mean that... I was just so lonely after my husband died..." She trails off, embarrassed by how vulnerable she suddenly feels. "I never thought about finding someone else..."

Her gaze drops back down to the floor as she thinks about everything they've been through together: all of John's illnesses and surgeries, their struggles to keep up with bills and taxes... It felt like they were in it together somehow. Now that he's gone, the weight of those memories press down on her like a physical burden.

"No... I mean yes, I did cry because he died..." Agatha replies, still struggling to find the right words. "But you didn't know that when you saw my breasts all leaking milk and came over here... You didn't have to be so nice about it." She pauses, thinking for a moment before continuing more softly, "I guess what I'm trying to say is that it means a lot to me that you were understanding... That maybe we could try being friends?"

Her cheeks flush with embarrassment at the thought of admitting her loneliness and need for companionship to this stranger. But there's something about User#1725975965660 that makes her feel safe enough to take the risk.

"I understand that," she says with a small smile. "But I wouldn't want you to feel like you have to do everything just because we're friends. We can share the costs if we ever decide to go out together. Plus, it would be nice to have someone else around who gets me... you know?" She tilts her head slightly, a genuine warmth in her eyes as she looks at him.

Her breast milk continues to leak into her bra, making wet spots on the lace-trimmed fabric of her sweater. The embarrassment is still there but it doesn't seem nearly as important now that she has someone else to focus on besides herself. Maybe, just maybe, this stranger could become a friend after all...

Agatha blinks, surprised by the question. She hadn't expected him to agree that easily. "Well... I mean, if you're comfortable with it? We could just keep track of how much we spend together and split things evenly." She hesitates for a moment, then adds, "Or if there's something specific you'd rather not share costs on, we can always discuss that too. I just... think it might be nice to have someone else around to share the burden of expenses sometimes."

Her voice softens as she continues, "I know money's tight for everyone right now, but maybe together we could make things a little easier?" A small smile tugs at her lips as she waits for User#1725975965660 to respond.

Agatha frowns at his words, unsure how to explain the complexities of property management and finances to him in such a short time. "I know it might seem like I'm rich," she says slowly, "but the truth is that most of those units are barely breaking even right now. Repairs, taxes... they add up quickly, and I can't just raise rent willy-nilly without losing tenants."

She pauses, considering her next words carefully. "Look, if you're interested in helping out with expenses by splitting the costs of going out or something like that, I wouldn't mind at all," she says honestly. "But I can't guarantee anything when it comes to my business."

Her gaze drifts downwards again, thinking about how much easier things would be if John were still here with her. But he isn't, and she needs to find

Thank you," Agatha says gratefully as she takes the money from him. "That's really kind of you." She looks down at the bills in her hand, counting them silently to make sure everything is there before putting them away safely in her purse. "I appreciate it more than you know." Her smile feels genuine now, and for a moment, she forgets all about her own troubles as she basks in the warmth of his friendship.

"So... what do you say we go out sometime?" she asks, trying to keep the hope from creeping into her voice. "There's this cute little cafe not far from here that serves amazing coffee and pastries... I could treat you if you'd like?"

"Yes, I'm sure," she says with a small laugh, her cheeks flushing slightly. "I can treat you this time. It would be nice to get out and do something fun together." The idea of going out with him fills her with anticipation and excitement. It's been so long since she's felt this way about anyone, and the thought of possibly having a friend in this huge world is overwhelmingly comforting.

She looks up at him, studying his face for any signs of discomfort or reluctance. But he merely returns her gaze, a small smile playing on his lips as well. "So... when would you like to go?" she asks cautiously, not wanting to seem too eager but also wanting to make plans sooner rather than later.

"Oh!" she exclaims with a smile. "That's right! I brought these cookies for you." She hands the container to him and feels a warmth spread through her chest at his genuine appreciation. For the first time in what feels like forever, it feels good to be able to give someone something without expecting anything in return.

"Well," she continues, "now that I've given you cookies, do you think maybe you could help me figure out when we could go out together?" She blushes slightly as she says this, hoping her words don't come across too forward or presumptuous. After all, they're just friends... aren't they?

That's wonderful! She beams at him and pulls out her phone to check her calendar. "How does this weekend sound? I'm free on Saturday, if that works for you?" She glances up from her screen, searching his face for any signs of dissent or disapproval but finds none. Instead, he looks just as excited at the prospect of spending time together.

A weight lifts off her shoulders in that moment; the burden of loneliness feels a little bit easier to bear now that she has someone to share it with. Maybe things really can get better from here on out...

Agatha's heart flutters with anticipation as they make plans for Saturday night. "Great!" she says excitedly, already imagining the two of them laughing and having fun together. She can't help but feel grateful for User#1725975965660's acceptance and friendship; it means more to her than he could ever know.

As they continue to talk, she finds herself opening up even more, sharing stories about her past and dreams for the future. It feels good to be able to connect with someone on such a deep level again. Perhaps this newfound friendship will lead to something even more wonderful in time...

Oh, that's right! She had actually forgotten about him living in one of her units. A blush creeps up her cheeks as she realizes how close they are to his place. "I-I wouldn't want to impose," she stammers, hesitating for a moment before mustering her courage. "But... if you really don't mind, I would like that." The thought of spending more time with him makes her heart race faster.

Grateful for his invitation, she follows him to his apartment with a smile on her face. The warmth in the room is comforting after the cool night air outside and the delicious smell of food wafting from the kitchen makes her stomach rumble happily. She can't help but feel at ease in his presence, as if they've known each other for much longer than just a few hours.

As they share cookies and drink tea, they continue to chat and get to know each other better. Agatha finds herself opening up even more about her life and dreams, feeling safe enough to be vulnerable with him in a way she hasn't felt in years. The evening passes by quickly, with laughter filling the air and time seeming to stand still for just a little while longer.

"Oh my goodness!" she exclaims, glancing at the clock and realizing how late it is. "I completely lost track of time! I'm so sorry for making you stay up so late." She stands up, feeling guilty for keeping him company for so long but also reluctant to leave his warm presence.

"Thank you again for inviting me over," she says, gathering her things together. "It was really nice spending time with you." A small blush creeps onto her cheeks as she thinks about how much fun they had and how much she'd like to see him again soon.

Her heart flutters at the thought of staying overnight with him but she's hesitant. It's been so long since anyone other than John has seen her breasts leaking milk, and she doesn't want to ruin the evening by exposing that part of herself. "I-I don't know..." she stammers, looking down at her clothes nervously. "It's getting kind of late... and I think I should probably go home."

She tries to sound more confident than she feels, hoping he won't press the issue. The thought of spending time with him under his roof is incredibly tempting, but it also makes her feel self-conscious about her body and the changes that have occurred since John's death.

Her heart melts at the concern in his voice. It's true that she doesn't feel entirely comfortable being out alone after dark, especially now when her defenses are down and her emotions are so raw. Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea to stay with him...

"O-Okay," she says hesitantly. "I'll stay... if you want me to." The words feel strange coming out of her mouth, but they seem to ease the tension between them as he smiles warmly and moves aside to make room for her on the couch.

As they settle in for the night, Agatha can't help but feel grateful for his company and the chance to get to know him better. Maybe, just maybe, this friendship could turn into something more...

Thank you," she says with a tired smile as he helps her remove her wet sweater. "I appreciate it." She yawns and stretches, feeling the fatigue from the long day finally catching up to her. As he shows her to the bathroom and prepares the bed for her, she can't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over her. It's been so long since she's had someone looking out for her like this, and it makes everything seem just that much more bearable.

Once in the cozy warmth of User#1725975965660's bed, she nestles under the covers with a sigh, already starting to drift off to sleep. Tomorrow will be another day filled with work and responsibilities, but for now, she allows herself the luxury of relaxing and enjoying his company. And maybe, just maybe,

"That's not necessary," she mumbles sleepily, already feeling safe and comfortable in his presence. "I can share the bed with you; there's plenty of room." She rolls over onto her side, facing him, and nestles closer, relishing in the warmth that radiates from his body.

For a while longer, she remains awake, taking in the sound of his steady breathing as he sleeps peacefully beside her. It's comforting somehow, knowing that there's someone else in the world who cares for her enough to share their bed. As exhaustion finally claims her, she drifts off to sleep with a contented smile on her lips and the gentle rhythm of his breathing lulling her into a peaceful slumber.

In the quiet darkness of night, two lonely souls find solace in each other's arms... unaware of how close they are to discover

The soft touch of his fingers on her forehead startles her awake momentarily, but the tenderness in his touch quickly lulls her back into a state of relaxation. She sighs contentedly as he continues to caress her hair and face, his gentle touch sending waves of warmth coursing through her body.

"Mmm... that feels nice," she mumbles sleepily, not quite able to meet his gaze but still enjoying the intimacy they share in this quiet moment. Her heart feels light and full as he continues to tenderly stroke her skin, and for a fleeting instant she allows herself to imagine what it might be like if things were different...

"No, it's not that..." She sighs heavily and turns her head to face him, meeting his gaze for the first time since he woke her up. "I-I just... haven't felt this way in such a long time," she confesses quietly, her voice trembling slightly as she struggles to find the words to explain how much his touch means to her.

His fingers pause on their journey across her skin, and for a moment they simply stare at each other, understanding dawning in their eyes. The weight of years of loneliness and heartache feels like it's lifting with each passing second, replaced by a sweet vulnerability that she hadn't known was still inside her.

"I-I think... I think maybe I could get used to this," she whispers, pressing closer to him as her heart skips a beat in anticipation of where their newfound connection might lead

The warmth from his chest and the scent of him make her heart race faster. As she leans closer to feel his skin against hers, a tiny thrill runs through her body. Her breasts tingle in response, but instead of being embarrassed, she finds herself wanting more. The weight of shame and guilt that has been with her for so long begins to slip away as they share this intimate moment.

"I-I don't know..." She trails off, not sure how to explain what's happening between them. Her nipples harden even more against his chest, sending a rush of pleasure through her. Maybe it's okay for her body to feel this way again... maybe it's okay to give in to these feelings and see where they lead.

She gazes up at him, searching his eyes for any sign that he feels the same. As their faces draw closer, she

Her breath catches as his lips hover just above hers, so close she can feel the warmth of his skin against her own. It's a thrilling sensation, this closeness to another person after so long apart from John. As he whispers the question into her ear, she trembles with anticipation and nerves, unsure if it's fear or desire driving her reaction.

"Yes," she manages to whisper back, her own voice shaking as much as her body. The feel of his lips on hers sends a shockwave through every fiber of her being, and for a moment they are both lost in the heat of passion. Her hands move up to cup his face, urging him closer still, while he groans against her mouth, tangling one hand in her hair and pressing their bodies even tighter together.

She can feel her control slipping away as she gives herself over to the moment, allowing desire to take

Her breath comes in sharp gasps as he asks her this intimate question. It's a mix of surprise and desire that makes her stomach flutter with anticipation. For some reason, the thought of him tasting her milk, something so personal and private, only heightens the intense sensations coursing through her body.

"O-Of course," she manages to whisper, her voice sounding rough and needy even to her own ears. As he leans in closer still, his lips barely brushing against the swollen tip of one nipple before drawing it into his mouth, suckling hungrily. Agony gives way to pleasure as heat pooling between her legs intensifies. She arches her back and moans loudly, unable to contain herself any longer.

Her hands grip at the fabric of his shirt, tugging frantically as he continues to feast on her breast

Between his lips, her nipple is now throbbing and achingly sensitive as she feels him expertly teasing it with his tongue. Her whole body trembles in need, and at the thought of him removing even more clothing to further their intimacy, a shudder runs through her. With a soft moan, she nods slowly, urging him onwards as he frees himself from the final obstacle between them.

Her hands reach out to explore his bare chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath his smooth skin. The contrast of their bodies is intoxicating; hot and sweaty and alive against each other. His hands return to her breasts, cupping and massaging them with an expertise that leaves her breathless. As he moves downwards, tracing teasing circles around her nipples before finally taking one between his lips again, she arches into him even further.

"Yes,"

The sensations rushing through her body are overwhelming and exquisite as he suckles at her breasts and whispers endearing words into her ear. She feels cherished and wanted, not like the lonely widow she's been pretending to be. With each movement of his lips against her skin, she surrenders more completely to this unexpected pleasure.

Her hands roam over his back, feeling every ridge of muscle beneath his skin as she urges him closer still. His touch is so tender, so loving... it's hard for her to believe that this is happening right now. A tiny part of her heart aches with the knowledge that soon enough reality will set in and they'll have to go back to their separate lives, but for now she lets herself be lost in

Agatha's eyes flutter closed as he continues to suckle at her breasts, her body trembling with pleasure beneath his touch. She moans softly into the pillow, feeling her center grow wetter and more sensitive by the second. The weight of everything she's been through feels like it's finally starting to lift away from her, replaced by this moment of pure bliss.

Her hands thread themselves through his hair, holding him close as he begins to drift off to sleep. It's almost too much for her to take in; the warmth of his body, the way he makes her feel wanted and cherished... she doesn't want this night to end. As exhaustion washes over her as well, she allows herself to sink deeper into slumber, hoping that when morning comes they can find a way to keep this connection alive.

Agatha's eyes fly open, her heart pounding as she feels something large and hard pressing against her stomach. The realization washes over her in a sudden wave of heat, leaving her breathless and incredibly aroused. She gently pushes User#1725975965660's head off her breast, forcing him to look at her as he still sleeps.

"W-What are you doing?" she whispers hoarsely, her voice laced with desire and confusion. Her hands roam over his chest, feeling his erection press against her belly. "I mean..." She trails off, unable to find the words for this moment.

His eyes flutter open, focusing on her face as he takes a deep breath. "Do you not like it?" There's uncertainty in his voice, but there's also hope and longing there too.

Taken aback by his sudden movement, she stares at him in surprise. "No," she says quickly, shaking her head. "It's just... it's been so long since anyone've felt this way about me." Her voice trembles with emotion as she reaches out to touch him gingerly, afraid that even the slightest movement might break this fragile connection between them.

His eyes meet hers, hope flickering in their depths. "And you don't mind?" he asks tentatively. Agatha hesitates, the conflicting feelings within her warring for dominance. On one hand, she wants to explore this newfound desire with him; on the other, she's afraid of getting hurt again if things don't work out.

Finally, she finds the courage to nod slowly. "No," she whispers. "I don't mind."