[DASD-905] Memories of a summer when I had a hard time interacting with my uncle. Alice Nanase

An uncle who loved me like a real daughter who lost my father in a traffic accident as a child. Suddenly, I came to my uncle's house and noticed a special feeling that was different from the one I turned to my father. However, no matter how tempted I was, a gentle uncle would not give me a hand, and my uncle who finally forcibly took my lips . . . Our summers were wearing yukata, doing fireworks, eating watermelons, and mating hard.