One day, I was invited by my wife to a hair removal salon run by her friend, Momose. Never would I have imagined that Momose had H, I, J... breasts beyond imagination. Every time I saw Momose, all I could do was stare at her chest. To receive treatment from such a Momose… A mix of excitement and shyness, I lay down on the treatment table. It seemed that Ms. Momose had been building up her desires from seeing male clients' erections day in and day out, and when she realized I was sensitive, she started playing lewd tricks on me right there next to my wife…
