“Do you mind if I join you?” How do you say no to an attractive woman who wants to eat lunch with you? Even if I don’t remember ever seeing her ...in my life. She sat without waiting for my invitation. “I’m Jessica Ferraro, Mr. Henderson. I’m with the FBI.” She actually pulled out identification and showed it to me.“It’s nice to meet you Ms. Ferraro. Uh, why...” I started to say, quite perplexed, when the waiter appeared and asked if he could take her order.She smiled at him, a wonderful, dimpled. .. her fingers trailed down on their own volition, and crept into the gap between her jeans and her pelvis and she reached her lacy panties ... fingering the rims of them before slipping her fingers beneath it. She closed her eyes imagining his fingers there, stroking her especially where it would elicit shards of pleasure much like her own touch did now.She breathed harder, as she imagined him thrusting one finger inside of her, rubbing where pleasurable warmth would flicker and then intensify. Who all the time used to talk about girls and sex. I was not that close friend of his. But the thing happened last night was making me to ask him. I had to know why I felt that much good when my sister touched my private area.I called him in lunch and asked him to stay in class as I wanted to talk to him about something important. Almost all of our classmates used to eat out near play ground. So class remains empty almost with 1-2 groups of 2-3 people. I took him to the corner of class and made. Only time will tell."They brought Darcy up to her room. She was still pretty much out of it but Mum talked to her and gave her a kiss. I sat down in the chair next to her bed and held on to her hand. I don't even know if she knew if I was there until she turned her head to me.I had tears in my eyes when she asked, "Where are the girls?" That was the kind of person she was. Always worried about everyone else.I explained about Mom taking care of them and she had only one thing to do and that was.