I returned to my hometown to prepare for the wedding of my childhood friend. Here I met my friend Minamo who lived alone in the old house where she used to live. After two years of reunion, we have a lot of stories to tell and confide in each other. Minamo was the most pretty when she didn't wear underwear. Her breasts made me unable to take my eyes off. And then Minamo also understood what I mean.
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