My body became stiff for the scene which I peeped out and watched from the Sukima of the sliding paper-door. A cardiac sound is awfully big, and the room where I should get used to bounds for the sense that seemed to totally become even iyokai. A figure of mother who I rub a clitoris by the corner of the room and put it up and pant, and suppresses a voice desperately. It was a figure of "the women" of mother who looked for the first time in life….
