[ . . . He still hasn't cum himself. Maybe it's because he was mulling over all this or maybe it's just because his blood flow isn't quite what it used to be. He considers asking her for something special here, like if they should go out on a date? Or if she would want to ... something. Something to show they both liked each other a little. But he didn't have the courage and he knew it would be weird. Still, he couldn't just do nothing. So the older man sort of fumbles a little, and as he rocks his hips in her, feels her tits against his sweater... ]

Audrey would you-- [ . . . ] Sleep in my bed with me tonight.

[ And - ] Merry Christmas!



[ Yamato... Yamato didn't know what he wanted or what he needed right now, but he knew that while he was comforted by Junko being here and being around him, he also was eager, energized. His blood was on fire in a way which wasn't normal for him, not yet. The boy looks down at her, and he considers kissing her or doing all sorts of other things but-

But... ]

You're all... you're all mine, Junko. Right? At least for today. I'm-- You'll do anything for me.