I was in trouble. Your house has been certified as a god house for god-waiting girls. A girl who rushes to you who has become an uncle God. I lie down on my favorite sofa, and while flickering my pants, I pull out the "old man" and make a grin. Let's go. Every time I show the dignity of my uncle's meat stick to these girls who are trying to decide to stay with one warikiri, the battle of the mud that the consecutive night count increases begins.
