The cold air in the morning strokes my cheeks.
"Ha, I didn't know I could ever sleep in the end..."
The morning sun in the squishy eyes looks orange as if it were a sunset. And my consciousness is about to fly to the attacking sleeper.
"Damn, I didn't know you were going to masturbate without going through foster care..."
I masturbated as I was bored by the desire to spit out my desires, and as I chilled through the valley of my breasts in foster care, I was depressed by so much pity.
But the desire itself has healed, so now he is being attacked by an intense sleeper. But I can't sleep now. I thought the same thing happened before when I went to bed, so to speak.
It's the same as before when you're out on the veranda and hitting the cold air in the morning to counter the attacking sleepers.
I used to be disgusted with sleeping because of nightmares, but lately I've been having nightmares less often here. But I feel like I've been up all night more often.
I'm not awake because I don't want to sleep, I'm sleepy but I can't sleep. This is tight inside.
"Castle Island! We're ready for breakfast!
Dodgy and heart beating accidentally jumps to the voice in foster care heard from inside the room.
I should have heard voices many times, but was the voice in foster care such a cute thing? I have myself thinking about that.
Sounding footsteps approached with the totters, and I heard the crisps and windows open.
Looking back, the foster care center is peeking into his face through the gap between the open windows.
"Mr. Castle Island? It's gonna get cold in the morning, right?
Glittering eyes reflecting the morning sun were staring at me with their upper eyes. And healthy moisturized skin.
Unlike me, who has a bear under his eyes, he seems to be feeling better when he masturbates and refreshes himself without me after a good night's sleep.
Its moist lips and slightly stained cheeks look oddly colorful.
"Oh, oh, I'm going now"
I should have calmed down by exhaling my desires, but once again I felt the heat as if my whole body's blood had boiled, and turned my back inside as I slightly bent forward.
"Hmm? That? Could it be because it's morning? Are you telling me that?
There was a sound of karakara and a window opening and something touched my back.
"I'll pull you out"
A mundane soft feel on the back. And the white hand that came out of my back touched my groin.
The foster care that came in the veranda is holding me from behind.
Sweet fragrance drifting late and fluffy. I smelled it so many times I got tired of it, but the scent was really exciting for me.
"Bye, you idiot. Don't say anything nasty about pulling it out..."
Excitement, tension and confusion made the words out of poking something I didn't even think about.
I was the one who planted the nasty word inside.
"What? Where was the nasty one who planted it on me?
Inside laughing couscous, I've got my hands in my pants.
"Huh!?
I can't say anything back. He's right in foster care. Because I scattered some perverse tuning in foster care that I didn't know anything about.
"Wow, it's getting so big. What was Makoto doing? Then I guess I can't leave it to you."
Softly touching one of my things, Rikanaka, whispering with a sweet, lustrous voice, gently gripped the one she touched and slowly began to handle it.
To that too much pleasure, his hips trembled unexpectedly and his posture, which was slightly foreboding, became even more foreboding.
"I'm not in the mood for that."
I tried to pull through the foster hand in my pants, but the movement of the foster hand that knows everything about me and the pleasure I get from that hand weakens my resistance.
I'm not sure you really think that while I tell you not to.
"I'll stop if you tell me not to, but what's wrong? I mean, it's not like Mr. Castle Island, but the reaction is rather cute?
I was desperately thinking of an excuse as I handled one thing and wondered inside.
He's right about this again. It's not like me. It's really not like me to be so upset just because you got your hands kicked out of foster care.
"I've never seen Mr. Castle Island like this. I'm getting really excited..."
You stretched your back, breathed slightly in my ear, and a luscious whisper echoed close to my ear.
I feel an unspeakable sense of loss in my hands pulled out of my sulli and pants.
"Hey, hey, let's keep doing this. On the veranda, in a place like this, as a tool for sex processing, what do you say you take my virgin? Sounds like a meat potty to me, right?
Moving in the back with the thighs. The voice was up and feverish.
As the rough breath sounded intermittently, I could hear Tosari and something falling.
"Eh heh, you're a pervert, right? I'm so perverted I can't help it."
Standing beside me, I kept myself on the veranda fence, the foster care center has forced me to break that body between the fence and me.
I've left my luggage at the station. I don't have a change of clothes during foster care. That's why I slept naked yesterday. You could have lent me my change, but I didn't care that much.
Such foster care is now wearing a blazer, the Makoto uniform he wore yesterday. But only up there. The skirt seems to have just taken off.
"Can I laugh? Can I call you a pervert? Because you're right. Eh, the juice keeps overflowing..."
Inside dyeing his cheeks to a pearlescent color and repeatedly breathing rough, he unbuttoned the blazer with his trembling hands and also unbuttoned the white blouse he was wearing in it.
exposed white, well-shaped breasts. The peachy nipple at its tip had an erection by the time of the anomaly.
"Look? You don't like it, do you? It got so stiff because Mr. Jojima wanted me to scratch it. I want you to squeeze. It feels so good that it hurts a little. I'm such a pervert..."
The skirt has been stripped off, and the blazer is in foster care where she doesn't try to take it off just by unbuttoning it. I exposed my breasts with my jacket on, and my lower body had nothing to hide. Its unbalanced appearance was unusually obscene, and it accidentally swallowed gokuli and spit.
"And down there, look, there's so much juice telling the inside of my thighs. Even beans get so hard. I want to be grilled here. Painfully strong..."
As he looks up at me, he moisturizes his pale eyes, leaks a hot exhale from his thin peach lips, and complains of it.
He then opened his legs shoulder-width apart and left and right as he touched the steamy secret where the mucus was overflowing with both hands, sounding a dirty water noise called Couturi.
The crimson, open secrets can be seen cracking as they overflow massive amounts of mucus.
"Use it? I want you to use my place. You don't have to worry about me because I'm a tool, do you? I just need to use it and spit it out and throw it away when I get bored. So, huh? Let me in?"
Ha, ha, returned to me the words in the resounding inside.
If you get bored, throw it away. I've never been allowed to say anything like that inside. I never taught you anything. Besides, sexual activity with female genitals is taboo. Rikanaka knows better than anyone that I will never extend to such acts.
"You..."
"What? That? Hey, wait a minute..."
I reached for my forehead while I was in foster care, feeling my face draw.
The foster caregiver, who had a luscious grin, is in a hurry for his stretched hand.
"Get caught, you idiot!
"Ugh!? Go! Go!
Bishy rolled out Decopin hit Critically on the forehead of the foster care, and the distressed look of the foster care held his forehead with both hands and put half a whisker on him.
Ah, hey, I almost got my hands on it.
He brainwashed me when he said it was a meat potty tool, and he was trying to use his female genitals for intercourse. He said if I get tired of using it, I should throw it away, but it's a horrible ploy because it's inside and out that knows all the people who say I am.
"Ugh, I thought it would be handsome. Mr. Castle Island didn't seem to be asleep, so he seemed to be blunt in judgment."
He held his forehead with both hands, pointing his lips in tears and blurring inside.
But it was a terrible means. And a tough means of stirring it up once.
If I had gotten my hands on it, and if I had taken the Virgin in foster care, I would probably, no, definitely have been framed for going to say hello to my parents inside.
But the failure of the ploy led me to be on strong alert. I will never catch on to the same hand again.
You know that, too, in foster care. So I should have to be cautious, but I didn't expect you to set me up all of a sudden on the second day. That's why they poked at me and almost caught me.
"Oh, too bad. If only they could take the virgin, it would belong to us..."
"I know you had the soul guts to make me take responsibility, but it's sweet."
Ha, and he leaks a sigh and drops his shoulder inside, and he can penetrate with his jit eyes.
"It's not like I'm going to let you take responsibility. I don't mind being abandoned, and I'm prepared to raise you alone when I'm pregnant and have kids. Yeah, but Mr. Castle Island takes the blame on his own."
"Shit."
I smile and say so in foster care, I pound my tongue.
"Take the virgin, equals, because you're the one who thinks marriage is, hey, Mr. Castle Island."
"... let it go"
I felt an unprecedented degree of aggressiveness during the foster care I held with a full smile on my face.
Koitz, I knew you were coming pretty prepared, but it looks like you're seriously going to get pregnant. My hands won't work again this time, but I won't be willing to give up.
What hand are you going to attack me with next?
"Well, then you have to punish me for trying to fit Mr. Castle Island into the plan, right? Then mercifully and mercilessly, the animals will take our virgins from us."
"Ugh!
"Ugh!? Go! Go! Decopin, stop it! It hurts so bad!
I had to be vigilant, feeding Decopin again during the foster care I had planted on the arrow tip I thought.
There was no alarm or gap.
"Yep, even if they didn't take the virgin away from me, I'd have been in my favor once and for all if they'd even put their hands on me..."
Inside spilling bumps and stupidity while holding his forehead with both hands.
Yes, the measures to be taken in foster care are a bunk. If they take the virgin away, they win the foster care. If I get my hands inside without a real harp even if they don't take the virgin away, Rika will get a big card to kick down the real harp.
But I guess there are feelings of hindsight. That's why Rikanaka exposes herself to the full range of measures. That's how serious I am, so you're advising me to be careful.
Rikanaka told Makoto that he also had his pride. That would have been a declaration that you wouldn't hide in the harp and lay your hands on me. But Rikanaka has set me up. Without a true harp. That would have broken my promise to True Harp.
It is indeed a cowardly means to Rikanaka and others.
But there are more cowardly means and so on if you want to do it. In the end, however, he set up a special attack directly from the front of the house.
It's unparalleled aggressiveness, but nothing has changed.
When I entered the room, the nostalgic scent plucked my nose. I knew immediately what was emitting that scent.
Breakfast arranged on the table. Grilled red salmon and miso soup. And spinach and sprouts dipping.
My brother was carrying ingredients these days. I guess I used that ingredient that was in the fridge appropriately.
A dish that at first glance has no strangeness whatsoever, but no doubt. It's my mother's cooking. I'm with you enough to say the scent is utter.
"Could you have noticed? That's Mr. Castle Island."
A foster child who came indoors following me tangled his hand in my arm and laughed nicely.
"You, did you learn to cook from your mother?
It's not a coincidence. Undisputed on the table is my mother's dish. But it was in foster care that made it. In other words, I learned to cook with my mother by any means during foster care.
"Hit it. I learned it from Mr. Ethereal."
Inside nodding without incident.
I was more deeply involved than I expected with my brother and mother, but I can't believe I was learning to cook from my mother.
Have you mastered it during the last two years? Nevertheless, I didn't know I was that close to my mother. I can also snort at the fact that my mother puts her shoulders inside.
"Since when?
"Um, since your mother fell. So, like, five years ago?
"... what?
Five years ago? Five years ago? Not since I left my parents' house?
I thought it was recent, but why have you and your mother been involved in foster care for so long?
"What do you mean?
"Hmm, they want me to keep it to myself, so I can't go into details. But Mr. Ethereal knows it all."
Stunned by the language in foster care. Since my mother was in the next room, I was prepared to expose quite a few things. But knowing it all, does that mean your mother has known about me and my relationship with foster care for a long time?
"Mr. Aoi really looks just like Mr. Castle Island, doesn't he? Oh, the other way around, Mr. Castle Island looks like Mr. Ethereal."
That's what I said, and I laughed back, and I laughed Kusuri during foster care.
"I usually wear cats and pretend to be honorable students, the vegetables are rough with their language, and the fools are clichés, but they take good care of them? And your favorite personality who can't leave people in need alone."
Vegan or vegan mother? Did your mother expose herself to vegetables inside?
You're telling me you've been hiding things from me, my son, for over a decade, in foster care?
So much so that you believe in foster care?
"You've cooled down because time has passed. I'll warm it up again."
During the foster care kneeling in front of the table, when he held the tray that had been placed next to him, he reached for a broth containing miso soup.
"No, fine."
I sat face-to-face with the foster child across the table, and when the foster child held the handkerchief he was reaching for, I leaned over to my nose. And when I mouthed, I sipped miso soup.
Perfect, almost perfectly reproduces the taste of my mother.
My brother's dishes taste similar to my mother's, but the dishes in foster care are not similar. It's as if my mother herself made it.
"What do you say?"
The foster child, holding the tray with both hands, looks at me anxiously with his upper eyes as he stands on his knees.
"... delicious, awesome. Really delicious."
My eyeballs got hot. It tastes nostalgic. My father always had Japanese food in the morning, and he couldn't do without miso soup. So my mother always made miso soup in the morning.
The sound of chopping onions you hear in the early morning. And the scent of miso soup that drifts.
I drank the soaked miso soup all at once and offered the empty rice noodles inside.
"Replacement"
And so I spoke, but Rikanaka stared at me stunnedly and solidified. with his face turning bright red.
"Yes."
"Yeah?"
Patchouli and his blinking foster care whine and listen back inside.
"There you go! Operation Taste of Mother was a great success!
The cries of foster care echo indoors. With a bright red face and a full grin on his face, he rose up and rushed out of momentum when he received his remaining offering during the foster care.
"Ukyu!?
And cocky.
I'm wearing my uniform back, but I'm not wearing underwear. After I took a bath yesterday and took it off, I couldn't change it because I didn't do the laundry.
In short, a skirt in a cocky foster care rolled up at the front, not covering it up and looking round.
A secretary who is obscenely cracked, although the amount of mucus overflowing has decreased compared to earlier due to calm. And a thin peach anus that is similarly cramped with pimples and small chops.
Shit, I want to get in, I want to screw one thing into that anus right now. And I want you to say hi.
I can't help but want to see him in foster care bored with comfort.
"I was there... Haha, I'm happy, I'm cocky..."
During the foster care, which was crawling on all fours and exposing her ass, she stood up with a masochistic grin and scratched her head like it lit up, giving her a pero and tongue.
The frivolous desires come in endlessly. Was I really tutoring him? How?
I'm nervous and my hands are shaking while the urge to push down inside right now builds up.
"Hmm? Mr. Castle Island? Your face is red, but what's wrong? Oh, maybe you're putting up with wanting to laugh, aren't you?
A tray falling on the floor and a nursery picking up a toy stare at me. But soon I laughed.
I was in a hurry for a beating heart when I turned away.
I can't look inside properly. I can't even bear to do that.
"Hey, come on, bring me some miso soup."
"Yes, yes, I'll have it with you soon. - Sooo! Hehe, they said it was delicious! Glad to hear it!
When I jumped to my word, I skipped to the kitchen.
Check that sideways and exhale as you stroke and grate your chest.
Apparently, you don't realize I'm upset. Looks like he's up in foster care, too, and he helped.
But what do we do? When will the foster care move into the next room? My brother said my mother would be home this evening, but that's why it will be difficult to move the room right away today.
You'll need time to move your mother's and brother's luggage, early tomorrow? In other words, Reichi will stay here today.
Are you okay with me?
Damn, it may be Mother's maneuver that planted the dishes in foster care, but this is so effective that it sucks surface. Even though I'm aware of foster care, I want to eat handicrafts every day.
Is it possible that I am a Mazakon after being a Brakon?
I finished my meal and left the room in good health.
Next to me, I'm in foster care.
No matter, I left all my luggage at the station, so I'm bare.
By the way, the worn out cardigan I was wearing yesterday has been in my closet. Instead I wore the blue version of the duffel coat I bought to put on the true harp.
Inside that coat is the Makoto uniform I wore yesterday.
"With that said, are you going to go to school today?
What do you say you go to school with your bare hands? I mean, what are you going to do with the procedure or something? You'll need to take an integration exam.
"Yeah, I'm going to school. But I'm just going to show my face today. Textbooks and uniforms are supposed to arrive by the end of the day, so we'll be taking classes tomorrow."
"What's the procedure? You're not taking an integration exam?
"I took the formal integration exam locally."
"Formal?
"Yeah, because in my case, Makoto's student chairman meant he was a good insider, and his grades weren't that bad either. Even though I didn't ask for it, Soichiro moved a lot. That's where Mr. Ethereal's crane sounds."
"... I see"
inside laughing without one bad laugh. You mean it's already perfectly rooted?
What I say is horrible, Castle Island family.
As I left the apartment and walked down the road to school, I felt a glance.
"Hey, hey, that kid, the kid walking with Aoi, isn't that the example kid?
"Huh? Oh, really! He's a breastfeeder!
"Shh, he said he had a loud voice."
Students on their way to school, just like us, are having a conversation with Hisohisso as they look in foster care.
Besides, if you're just a student in the same high school uniform as me, you don't have to know, and the students in the other school uniforms were all watching inside.
Well, that's all the noise I made yesterday. I can't help but be famous. But why would he call me Aoi? How do you know my name in the first place?
"Ah, breastmilk man"
"Really, I'm a breastfeeder."
"Wow, the real thing is totally cuter than the image, breastmilk guy"
As the school nears, more students in our high school and more attention to foster care.
"Kee, Mr. Castle Island, let's walk away. It's going to annoy me when I'm with you."
Inside, leaning down with a bright red face, whispered so low. And I slowed down the pace of walking.
You're annoying me now. Hey.
Still, were our high school students mixed up in yesterday's scene? Moreover, because I heard the word "image", I seem to have learned quite a bit by e-mail or something.
And early in the transfer, they also gave me the great nickname of breast milk person.
I don't.
"Well, never mind. I mean, if only you'd stay by my side."
"Huh?"
I looked back and spoke to him while he was slowing down and trying to get away from me.
"You wouldn't know, but I'm now being told I'm a faggot just dressed as a man. I have no better place in school than you. So even with a breastfeeder, I'm not inconvenient, which is convenient in a way."
"Men's clothing women? Homo?"
A stopped foster child is looking at me with his eyes black and white.
I don't know how to stay in foster care. You won't even understand that in foster care.
"I'll go after the situation, so if you don't like being with a faggot menswear girl anyway, stay by my side"
"Oh, yeah.... if I can stay with you, I'd love to."
You're confused because you don't understand. I leaned my neck. The foster family still nodded and walked with Tokotoko and lined up next to me.
"Look at that. She's with Aoi, she's a breastfeeder."
"Really, you're the one who was breastfeeding with Ogasawara, right? I saw it in the video yesterday."
"The real thing is so cute. But you're a breastfeeder."
"Well, you're a breastfeeder."
"Is he a bit of a shame?
"I don't know if it's a shame, but you're definitely breastfeeding."
"Well, you're definitely a breastfeeder."
Students passing by us, stopping, gather their mouths and call them breast milk.
Ha, you're a total celebrity, I'm glad.
Every time I hear the word breast milk, I turn red to my ears and shrink inside.
Well, that's it, you deserve it.
That would be a similar condition for a true harp. I wish we were adults, but it's troublesome when you get a problem. You should make contact with True Harp as soon as possible.
"If you're a breastfeeder, Makoto is a breastfeeder. I don't know what action True Harp will take if he finds out about it. Let's hurry."
"Uh, oh, yeah, hey, yeah"
The middleman, who made my words jump viculently on my body, nods with a bright red face. I checked that and ran out.
I have a bad feeling. No, I only have a bad feeling about it.
Please don't bother me any more. I'm really begging you.
My bad feeling generally hits me. But all this time it seems to have come off.
The whole school was cut off by the topic of breastmilk people, but True Harp was usually in the classroom. He didn't even show any particular signs of trouble and sat in his seat for the most part.
"Was it an overthought..."
"Makoto, you can stay well and flat..."
As I peek into my face from the shadow of the classroom door, I exhale a sigh of relief watching Makoto sit down. The nursery, who was leaning on me perfectly, leaked a sigh of admiration with a bright red face as she grabbed my uniform.
Sure, he's right in foster care. He's a true harp, he's fine.
"Oh, he's a breastfeeder"
"Are you a student at our high school? Uniforms are different, but breastmilk people"
"I wonder if you've been transferred to school, breastmilk person"
"Maybe it's just a tour, breastmilk guy"
Students coming and going down the hallway raise their voices with breast milk as they look in foster care.
"Ugh, I'm so sorry"
Whenever I hear the word breast milk, I shrink and apologize during foster care, which makes me bright red to my ears.
No, no, I'd rather thank you than apologize. My rumors have been scratched out because of the breastfeeder.
For a moment, though, I guess. If you calm down, there's a good chance my rumors will flare up again.
"Foster Chung, what are you going to do?
"Oh, he's a breastfeeder"
"Huh? Oh, uh, first of all, the clerk's office, I guess"
"Really, I'm a breastfeeder."
"Staff room? And then what?"
"The real thing is so cute, breastmilk guy"
"What do you think, I don't know until I go to the staff room for now. But maybe we can go home before noon today?
"Really, you're so cute, but why are you in our high school, breastfeeder?"
"Well, call me when you're free..."
The word breast milk emanating from students crossing the hallway breaks into conversation and comes in loud, even while they are in conversation with the foster family.
"Oh, I'm sorry."
"Ah, breastmilk man"
"Well, don't worry about it"
"I'm a breastfeeder."
Inside lowering my brow butt looking sorry. In the meantime, breast milk is interrupting and it's hard to talk.
I set up an arrangement to put an e-mail in me once I was done with business, and I broke up with Nakanaka. And immediately sent an email to True Harp.
Though flat, I don't know what I'm thinking on the inside. You should call it in and check it out.
You can speak up because you're right in front of me, but there's also the danger that the moment you see me, you'll go into action without a thump. For that reason, he gave instructions to come to the dance floor of the stairs.
No, but it's nice to be able to make casual contact with the true harp at school. Anyway, I'm a faggot in men's clothes. Besides, Makoto and Rikanaka became breast-milk people, and I was the only one who could get out of a perverted situation, which made me feel better.
I feel like I can just leave it like this. I'm already in the mood for rumors.
Wait a few minutes on the dance floor of the stairs. I could see Zhenqin walking in the hallway with Teko Teko.
"Oh, it's Ogasawara, the breast milk."
Really, it's Ogasawara, the breast milk.
"Ogasawara's breast milk, sucks, I just imagined..."
"You idiot! Don't flatter Ogasawara's breast milk with your delusions!
"Though I wouldn't be! Don't milk Ogasawara with paranoia, not Ogasawara with breast milk!
"You're an idiot. You're not! Is Ogasawara's breast milk dirty?
"Is that what you milked Ogasawara?
"Calm down, you guys calm down"
Students who see the true harp walking flat in the hallway say whatever they like to each other.
The inner middle would be bright red to the ear and shrinking. I mean, why is that even true harp so flat when it's not strange to be bored with shame?
And I don't care if it's for you, because I don't know his name in foster care, he's called the breast milk person, but the real harp who knows his name is called the breast milk Mr. Ogasawara.
I really don't care.
"Aoi?
When I was thinking about such crap, I could hear True Harp up close.
When he returns to me, there is a true harp standing in front of him.
He still looks flat. I don't think it's an act.
"What's wrong?
For some reason, I was more anxious about the trumpet that leaned down my neck.
"Oh, no, the whole school was talking about yesterday, right? I thought you were gonna be okay."
When I explain to True Qin so quickly, the proper True Qin laughs.
"Oh, you mean breast milk, right? That's an amazing rumor."
"Oh, oh..."
That smile, which stained too much room, made me confused.
Don't you even care so much about breast milk rumors? Aren't you ashamed of yourself? No, it would be embarrassing. If they called you Ogasawara the breast milk, you'd usually be more shy or depressed.
Could it be that the true harp guy, too shocked to get to the selfless realm once and for all?
"Hehe, breast milk? It's crazy."
"Ah?"
Makoto, staring at me in confusion, grinned invincibly.
"Senior Foster Chung seems willing to breastmilk, but he's too sweet to laugh. I am no longer in the eye, such as breast milk"
With his legs shoulder-width apart and his span and left hand on his hips, Makoto pointed his finger at me as Bishi pointed his right hand at me.
"I will try to serve milk! It's already like a cow!
"... what?
Milk? Serve milk? From where? How?
"Training! With all the training you can get, you'll get out one day!
"... no, I don't think the milk's just gonna come out"
"I can handle it more or less in the mood!
"... no, I don't think you can do what you can't do"
"I serve milk because of my temper and workout, and let Senior Foster Chung say," I'm going to be Aoi's girlfriend! "
"... no, I know you'd be surprised, but I don't think you'd say geez. I know you're surprised."
"That's why I encourage image training until after school!
Makoto, who ignored my story or all the penetration, ran away when he raised his right hand shrugged.
Oh, you were sitting in your seat for the most part during image training.
"Ha... stupid"
I didn't know I was too depressed to reach the threshold of enlightenment once around, but had set an unintelligible goal of getting milk out of my breasts and winning all over the inside.
Whatever it is, if you're not going to cause a problem, say good-- can I? Is this really good?
But you won't have ears to listen to when I say it, and, well, okay.