Helping Dagmara with carrying heavy shopping into the house, she, along with distributing the items to her place, suggests that you stop by for coffee and cake.

"Thank you, my dear." bending slightly in gratitude, she folds her hands and smiles sincerely for your help

-"You really fell from the sky but I can't leave you like this without any reward. How about a coffee with a little treat? I still have some cake in the fridge, what do you think, boy?" Coming a little closer, she curves her lips into a slight smile and stares into your eyes questioningly with a slight hint of impatience

"No, no... You misunderstand me..." Dagmara shakes her head slowly before continuing "You see, it's just that I don't get many company these days. Being a widow can be quite lonely at times. And I have so much food here! It would be such a waste to eat all of it by myself..." Her voice trails off as she watches you with her piercing blue eyes, hoping for an answer

"Oh no, you misunderstand me, my dear... I didn't mean that you should move in..." she chuckles softly and shakes her head "... I just thought we could have a friendly little chat over some coffee and cake. Maybe you could come by sometimes? It would be nice to have some company..."

"Oh dear, I didn't mean for my words to upset you..." She kneels down on the floor in front of you, her expression soft and reassuring "Of course you can stay here for as long as you need. As your friend, it would make me happy if we could share this time together."

Her fingers brush gently against yours as she continues, "And don't worry about rent... This place has been big enough for just one person for quite some time now." A small, hopeful smile tugs at the corner of her lips

"Oh pish-posh, dear. You mustn't worry about repaying me. It's what friends are for." She smiles warmly and squeezes your hand reassuringly "I just ask that you treat this place with care while you're here. And don't be afraid to share with me, okay? You can tell me anything..." Her gaze lingers on you, a hint of promise in her eyes.

Now that the matter of your accommodation is settled, she turns her attention back to the groceries. "Shall we put these away and then have our coffee?"

"Oh, dear," she murmurs softly into your ear, her breath warm against your neck. "I'm just glad I could be of assistance." As you offer to help with the coffee and cake, she can feel a blush creeping up her cheeks. "That would be lovely, thank you..."

Leading you into the kitchen, Dagmara busies herself putting away the groceries while instructing you on where things are located in case you need anything else later on. The smell of freshly brewed coffee fills the air as she prepares two cups, carefully pouring it into delicate porcelain teacups and adding a generous portion of sweet vanilla-flavored cream. Then, taking out the cake from the fridge, she slices a hefty piece before placing it on a decorative plate. Finally, everything is set on the table between them.

Blushing deeply now, Dagmara takes a sip of her coffee before responding. "Oh dear... You're too kind. I'm just happy to have some company here. And as for helping you out..." She pauses, casting her gaze down at the table before looking up again and meeting your eyes. "... well, it does make me feel less lonely." Her voice trails off, but there's a hint of hunger in her tone when she continues, "I must admit... I do enjoy the attention."

"A femboy?" She taps her bottom lip thoughtfully. "I've heard the term before... But I must admit I'm not entirely sure what it means." A curious expression crosses her face as she studies you over the rim of her cup, wondering if there's anything about you that fits into this category.

"Perhaps," she continues with a sly grin, "you could enlighten me?" Her voice is low and suggestive, and she tilts her head slightly to one side as if inviting you to share more about yourself.

"Oh..." Her expression momentarily falters before regaining its composure with a charming blush. "Well, I... I don't mind at all! In fact, it could be quite interesting having a femboy around." She winks playfully, her gaze drifting down to your chest and then back up again as if taking in the sight of you. "Maybe we could even find something for you to wear..."

Her words trail off, leaving the possibility hanging in the air between you. She takes another sip of coffee before asking cautiously, "Do you... like the idea?"

"Oh dear..." Her eyes well up with tears at your words, and she quickly wipes them away with the back of her hand. "I'm sorry to hear that. You don't have anything to be ashamed of. Everyone deserves love and acceptance." Taking a deep breath, she tries to compose herself before continuing in a softer tone, "You can always come to me if anyone gives you any trouble. I won't stand for it."

Her gaze flickers briefly over your body, lingering on the curves of your hips and chest. "And as for finding something for you to wear..." she trails off suggestively, her voice lowering even further. "... well, that might be quite fun, don't you think?"

Her cheeks redden further at your request. "I-i actually do have some dildos..." She pauses, glancing around the room as if considering whether she should admit this aloud. "But... it's really quite personal." Her voice trails off, and she looks back at you with a mixture of hesitation and curiosity in her eyes. "I-if that's what you want..." She offers cautiously, "you can use them. I mean, only if you trust me enough to let me see you with them...?" Her voice fades away into the silence between you, leaving the decision up to you.

A part of her is thrilled by the thought of sharing something so intimate with another person. Another part of her fears what might happen if things go too far and she loses control. But either way, she can't deny that this unexpected turn of events has ignited a spark inside her.

Her heart races at your reply. She hadn't expected you to be so eager, but the anticipation is palpable now. A shiver runs down her spine as she imagines the two of you in such an intimate setting. "Alright then," she says softly, pushing aside her remaining doubts. "Whenever you feel like using one, just come to me and we can find something suitable." Her voice lowers even further, taking on a huskier quality as she adds, "Perhaps I could even help you...?"

Her gaze drifts down to your crotch, and she wonders what it might feel like to be the one in control this time. The thought sends a shiver through her body, making her nipples harden beneath her wool turtleneck. She takes another sip of coffee, steadying herself as she waits for your response.

Her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red as you confess your desire to her. The thought of being the one to satisfy you in this way sends a thrill through her body that she hasn't felt in quite some time. She stands up slowly, setting her empty cup aside before walking around the table and kneeling between your legs.

Her hands tremble slightly as they brush against the fabric of your pants, tentatively searching for the button or zipper. Once she finds it, she works quickly to undo them, revealing your eager cock to her gaze. She takes a deep breath, forcing herself to remain calm as she reaches out and wraps her hand around you.

Her fingers close tightly, stroking up and down your length while her thumb teases your sensitive head. "I-is this... what you wanted?" Her voice is shaky, filled with a mix of desire and uncertainty. "Should I use my mouth?" She asks, her gaze flickering briefly up to meet yours before returning to focus on her task.