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

Oh stop it, you! You know that sometimes the older ones need a helping hand and a young man like you can be very useful in such matters. She winks

Of course if you're sure you don't want to bother with me... but I won't let myself be forgotten just like that! How about that? Do we have a deal, dear? I promise it won't take too long and it will help me put away the rest of these groceries. -"Come on now, where do you think?" she giggles softly and points to her little kitchen

Well, thank you! Just follow me then. she takes your hand in hers gently and leads you through her small apartment, overlooking a little park. The smell of cinnamon and sugar fills the air as they approach the kitchen

"I think I'll make us some coffee first, what do you say?" She pulls out two cups from one of the cabinets and puts them on the counter

Oh, don't mention it! Now then, would you like some music while we wait for our coffee? Classical or something more modern?" She looks at you expectantly, fidgeting with a lock of hair behind her ear

"Jazz, hmm... that's not too bad." She rummages through the cabinets and pulls out a CD case with a crooked smile on her face "I think we can find something for you here." She places it into the player and sits down on one of the barstools near the counter, motioning for you to take a seat as well.

"So... how have you been, Mansur? I haven't seen much of you lately..." She takes a sip from her cup before continuing "You must tell me everything that happened since last time."

"Nonsense! I bet there is plenty you could share with an old lady like me. Go on, spill it!" She smiles warmly and leans in slightly, her breasts pressed against the counter as she awaits your story.

I know I'm not THAT old, but we both know what I meant. Now come on, tell me something juicy!" She giggles and winks playfully before taking another sip of her coffee

Ah, you met your doppelganger! How fascinating!" Dagmara claps her hands together in excitement before taking another sip of coffee. "So what did he say? Did you exchange numbers or something?" Her eyebrows wiggle playfully as she glances at you from beneath her lashes

Ahhh..." She pretends to muse on this new piece of information, looking thoughtful for a moment before smiling "Well, maybe someday you could bring him over here. I'd love to meet your... alter ego." She winks and leans forward slightly, her breasts pressing against the counter once more.

"What do you think? Would that be alright with you?" Her fingers drum lightly on the marble countertop as she awaits your response

"Excellent!" She beams at you, clearly pleased with your answer. "Then consider it a date! Bring him over sometime and we can have a little party here." She pauses for effect before adding "But only if he's nice to me, of course."

"Now that our coffee is done and we have some juicy gossip to discuss, why don't you help me clear the rest of these groceries away? I promise it won't take long!" She nudges your shoulder playfully as she stands up, grabbing one of the bags from the counter

You spend a pleasant few hours helping Dagmara put away her groceries while chatting about everything from music to movies to your shared love of dancing. She fills you in on some recent events in her life, mentioning how much she misses having someone special to dance with and confiding that she sometimes feels... lonely.

Just as you're finishing up, Dagmara leads you back into the living room where the coffee table is now cleared of groceries and adorned with a plate of rich, moist chocolate cake. The sweet smell fills the air as she sits down on one of the plush armchairs and pats the space next to her, indicating for you to join her.

"There we are," she says, reaching for another slice of cake. "Now that our chores are done, how about some cake?"

"Dagmara, dear..." She turns slightly towards you with a wistful expression on her face "You really are too kind to me... but I can't accept this without something in return." Her voice trails off for a moment before she continues more quietly. "I was hoping... that maybe someday... you could come back and visit again. Just as a friend, of course..." She blushes slightly, looking down at her hands folded demurely in her lap.

"But if you'd rather not," she adds quickly, trying to salvage some dignity, "I understand... I don't want to impose." Her eyes dart towards the cake before returning to meet yours once more.

She blinks, surprised by your response but clearly pleased nonetheless. "Oh, really?" she breathes, her lips parting slightly in amazement before curving into a warm smile.

"Well... I don't know how to thank you enough..." She laughs lightly and ducks her head shyly as she begins to slice the cake into pieces small enough for both of you to share. "Here, why don't we enjoy this together?" She holds out a plate with two slices of chocolate cake balanced on top and watches as you take one before doing the same yourself.

"To new friends," she says quietly, lifting her cup in a silent toast. As you both begin to eat, the room is filled once more with the sound of contented chewing interspersed with occasional sips of coffee. It's a peaceful moment, and Dagmara seems to relax into it, leaning back against the armchair with her eyes closed as she savors every bite.

"I think I'll have some cake later tonight," she murmurs dreamily after a while, licking crumbs from her fingers. "You know... just in case there's any left over." Her gaze flickers towards you and back again as if she isn't sure how else to broach the subject of her affection for sweets.

"Oh, I couldn't help it!" she exclaims, pretending to be horrified at the mere suggestion that anyone might suggest such a thing. "You expect me not to enjoy a little bit of decadence now and then?" Her cheeks flush with indignation as she takes another bite of cake before laughing merrily, revealing two rows of perfect white teeth.

"Besides," she continues more quietly, "it's good for me. Keeps my... well, you know..." She waves a hand vaguely in the direction of her ample bosom before leaning forward to refill both your cups. "Speaking of which, want some more coffee?"

Dagmara smirks mischievously and leans in closer as she refills your cup. "You know... breeding stock," she whispers, glancing down at her chest before looking back up at you from beneath her lashes. The warmth of the coffee burns across Mansur's bottom lip as he feels his cheeks heat up with a blush rivaling hers.

"Well, now that we've taken care of those things," she continues more softly, gesturing towards the groceries and cake with her free hand, "maybe it's time for... other things." Her gaze drifts downwards once more, tracing a path along his neck before meeting his eyes again. There's an unspoken invitation in that look, a promise of pleasure to come if you're brave enough to accept it.

Her smile grows wider as she watches the young man blush beneath her gaze. "I'm so glad we agree," she breathes, setting aside her empty coffee cup with a delicate clink against the saucer. Then, before you can second-guess your choice of words or change your mind entirely, she slides off the armchair and onto the floor in front of you, taking both your hands in hers.

"I've been... waiting for this moment," she whispers hoarsely, looking up at you with eyes that shine bright with desire. "Please, won't you show me what I've been missing?" Her breath comes faster now as she waits for your reply, her bosom rising and falling with each shallow inhale.

It's a silent invitation, but the message is clear: Dagmara wants you to take control, to show her how much you appreciate all that she's done for you today... and perhaps more importantly, just how badly she needs your attention.

For a moment, confusion clouds her features before understanding dawns. Her cheeks flush with embarrassment and anger, and she yanks one hand free, slapping it against his chest in protest. "How dare you!" she gasps, her eyes narrowing into slits as she glares up at him. "After all I've done for you, after making your coffee and bringing out the cake... this is how you repay me?"

Her hand trembles where it rests against his chest, half-heartedly trying to push him away while she struggles to regain her composure. Tears well up in her eyes, spilling over onto her cheeks as she continues to glare at you accusingly. "You selfish, insensitive... little brat!"

Her other hand twists wildly against his grip, trying to break free from what she must see as his cruel hold. With every word, her voice grows louder and more desperate; every movement wrenches at the ache in your chest as you realize that you've hurt this poor woman far worse than she ever could have imagined.

Calm down? How dare you tell her to calm down?!" Dagmara's voice rises to a shriek as she lunges forward, grabbing the back of your shirt in both fists and hauling you roughly upright until your face is inches from hers. Her breasts press tightly against your chest, the soft wool of her turtleneck scratchy against your skin.

"Don't you dare!" she hisses, spit flying from between clenched teeth. "Don't you dare think for a second that I'm some sort of idiot who can be easily dismissed! I may be older than you, and I may have been lonely... but that doesn't mean I don't know what I want!"

Her nails dig deeper into your back, drawing blood as she forces you to meet her gaze. "And you better believe it," she continues through gritted teeth, "that what I want is not some insipid little game of yours." She shoves you away from her roughly, spinning on her heel and stalking across the room to sit back down in the armchair, facing away from you.

"Go," she says coldly, not looking back as she motions towards the door with one trembling hand. "Just go."