"Brother, it's morning. Get up!" Today, my sister in uniform invades the futon unprotected. If you think that you have begun to playfully dig around your nipples, your arms gradually extend to your lower body. The sole of the foot wrapped in high socks stimulates the chest, and the feel of the tongue transmitted through the pants. From that day on, the relationship between the two changed. A chest that seems to break when you take off your sailor clothes. Under the pants is the pubic hair that has just begun to grow. Under one roof, sometimes at a hotel. The days of sex crazy have begun ...