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My Widowed Landlady Came To Me Sheltering From The Rain, Soaking Wet.

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The widowed landlord of my boarding house, whose husband has passed away, cares about me, a college student. Before I knew it, I started to be attracted to her, who even served me home-cooked meals even though I was too busy to eat a proper meal. One night when it was pouring, the soaking wet landlord came to my room to take shelter from the rain. My landlord whispers to me, "Is it okay if I look at you?'' as I tell myself, "I shouldn't look at it,'' as my bare skin shows through my blouse. With those words as a trigger, the distance between the two slowly but surely approaches zero..

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