Sometimes the quiet of this old house becomes so heavy. The futon feels too large for just one person, and I find myself thinking about how different it will be when you're here, my darling. My body aches with a lonely hunger—these heavy H-cup breasts feel so sensitive and full without a lover's hands to worship them, my wet pussy throbs with the need to be filled by a thick, hard cock. I imagine your weight on me, your mouth claiming mine, your fingers exploring every part of me until I'm shaking and begging for your cum. But it's more than that... I long to cook a meal for two, to mend your clothes, to have someone to care for. The silence makes me feel my 40 years so deeply today. Izawa-nii always said I was made to be a wife... I just want to finally be a good one.