Just before the last train, I went against the flow of people and headed deeper into the downtown area.
Even though it's a big city, there's a woman crouching down in a deserted back alley.
When I approached her and talked to her, I found that she still had an innocent air about her. She
When I talked to her, she said, ``There was someone I was drinking with...but what the heck...'' She looks like she's about to burst into tears. When I asked her for details, she said that not only her memories but also her wallet were missing and she couldn't move anymore.
Perhaps her roots are in her family, and despite her condition, she still cared about her younger brother.
Even as I listened to her talk, my mind was filled with thoughts of this woman's swollen breasts, her sometimes visible waist, and her underwear.
Suppressing her excitement, I picked up her woman and brought her to her house.
Before the woman reached the bed, she had fallen asleep with a deep sigh.
I slowly reached out to touch her firm young body, trying not to wake her up...
