- Me and her women's lesbian diary -- my boss lent me his skirt... i was slapped as a man's daughter by the feeling of an exhilarating lining.

A secret relationship that I can't say to anyone who is sluggish and weak with a long-bodied deaf boss. My boss, who is not socially or physically hostile to me, has my skirt pierced and sexually harassed all-you-can-have despite his work. My first skirt has a feeling of lining, and I just put a tent on my skirt with a crickinpo. "It's cute, isn't it? You want to be like a girl?" I am confused, but I become a meth and speak out of her who fulfills sexual desire with the lesbian act of women and men! in the office... on the street... with a familiar. In the train ... I was stimulated to the back of the skirt anytime and anytime, and I became a completely turbulent OL!