Telemachus moved his hands to her mother's breasts... breasts which had fed him in his childhood and made him the man he was now. He cupped them tenderly at first but slowly gathered desperation. He wanted to feel as much of it as he could in as little time as possible. His fingers then felt her nipples from the outside of the dress, now completely hard and erect. He ached and so did she. They both wished to get rid of the linen fabrics separating them and feel each other's raw flesh, which had been heated up on a barbecue.