I lost my father when I was young, and my mother raised me alone. However, one day, when I came home, I saw a pair of shoes belonging to a man I didn't know at the door. "My mother is remarrying a man she doesn't know," which should have been a blessing, but at that moment I felt a feeling of jealousy. My mother becomes someone's wife < a woman> The gentle smile and the warm breasts that hug me are taken away by other men. When I think about it, my reason is somehow broken. * The contents of the recording may differ depending on the distribution method.