At the dry riverbed of the Sai, the Children's Limbo, count the numbers of the girls making love with, and try to heap up the same numbers of stones.
A smoky fire used to keep off mosquitoes we need. When I read a novel of gothic roman, I tear off my arm bloody.
In the school, there is the one of toilet stalls. which is sealed by a talisman.
By the cuckold girl, who is sleeping, of her pussy, the dawn here comes I wide awake all night.
The remain of the sunshine, in this night, the girl gets in her ecstasy three times. Or, 5 for 3 to 1, Histoire d'O.