On the night of my school trip, a few years later, I was quietly scrambling to wake up in a futon. ■I was lest my husband should stay close to me with slow nipple licking

My memory I forgot when I was a student. At that time, I asked a girl from my favorite classmate for lest she be in the futon on her school trip night. A few years later, the classmates who had reunited for a long time were completely bianned. After getting married and being disappointed that she had a husband, my classmates decided to stay at home the night they would dive into the futon just like I did in the past.