It's been years since I broke up with Takako. Adult Takako and child me. Looking back now, I think I was just being spoiled by Takako all along. She is remarried now and living a fairly satisfying life. One day, I happened to meet Takako again. Since my wife was out, I invited Takako to my house. We talked about her remarriage and reminisced about the happy days we used to have. Then our conversation turned to our nightly affairs. Apparently, Takako's husband drinks too much and passes out. His expression was dark. I'm the same; I'm in a sexless marriage with my wife. At that moment, memories of the days when Takako and I loved each other flashed back. We had loved and desired each other countless times. I approached Takako and hugged her, but she seemed reluctant. However, I knew her attitude wasn't a genuine rejection. I forcefully took her lips and stimulated her erogenous zones. Her sensitive reactions were unchanged from the past. Her pleading gaze, her wetness that needed no caressing. My re-entry into Takako after years was incredibly smooth and obscenely clinging. We indulged in pleasure, reaching climax together. Takako slowly got up and headed to the bathroom. I hugged Takako as she took a shower and kissed her…
