After a sufficient dating period, I decided to marry a man with a child. I had a habit of getting excited with an unusually slang ... I should have been happy with my husband's dick, but I saw something I shouldn't have seen. A big ichimotsu that you can admire for your breath ... From that day on, the distorted affectionate relationship between me and my breath, which began to see my husband's stepchild as "the opposite sex," began.