I wasn't sure...." he stammered. "There's some soda,water... milk." He shrugged. "Not trying to get you drunk." He laughed."This is the first time I'v... come up here and stayed sober." Is it any different?" Amber asked, genuinely wondering."Only because you're here. Was some band, huh?" Wish we could play a gig that big." Aren't you guys doing the grad party out at the graveyard?" Yeah." That's gonna be huge. Can't wait to see that one." You know what?" Amber said, spreading pate on a cracker.. Then Les almost hears Cyn talking to her again. Cyn, telling Les to go on, it is time, and Phoebe is the right person. Les, in this daze, thinks back to the last time she had been with Cyn the evening before she died in the night. Then, Cyn had told Les much the same. To not mourn her, to go on with her life. Find someone to share it with. Les would know when the right person came along.Strangely, now that Tim knows finally, and he is so settled, it is like Cyn releasing her from. But one day all this changed for me, that day I realized how much I loved her and wanted her sexually, the day I caught her masturbating. The day started off as a normal one. The teacher’s wife was sick so cram school was cut short. When I arrived at the door to my house, I was surprised to find that it was unlocked. I entered cautiously, waiting for an assailant to reveal their self, but no assailant came. I went about my house cautiously, I then went upstairs to check up there when. "This is what you wanted all along, isn't it?" she imagined him asking.She took the toy from her pussy and pushed it back in, imagining his fleshy cock was the thing penetrating her."I want it so bad," she grunted as she fucked herself.She turned her head as she masturbated and imagined her husband sitting in a chair next to the bed, rubbing his hardening cock. She opened her mouth, inviting him to shove it down her throat. She wanted to be spit-roasted for the first time ever.She snapped out.