A thinly-dressed mother's chira looks on her nipples, and a man's overdefensive rind for nine or four hours.

It is a lively, distorted blood relationship that envys the appearance of her mother who is too unprotected to say "because it's inside the house". Sweat flowing from the neck of my mother on the 50th street, frost floating at the chest, overflowing sweat. Gradually unprotected figure, rumla. My son's reason collapses in my mother's black nipple looking into my cheeks! Her mother, Mako, reacts sensitively to her son Gatimara. The moment my son approaches his mother! The story of mother and child alike, greedy in the nipple peeking from loose clothes.