When I look at school girls, I'm worried about their armpits, and my eyes only go there. Armpits peeking through the gaps in the sleeves, sweat seeping through the shirt, armpit meat that rises when you move your arms, black pores, and unshave hair. Excited by the seemingly invisible chiller rhythm, I end up just imagining obscene things. Ah, I want to smell it... I want to rub... I want to lick it... I want to be sandwiched by that side and orgasm...
