This is a very strange story that I experienced. During my student days, I broke up with my boyfriend and was betrayed by someone I thought was a close friend. I got too obsessed with social media and ended up exhausted both physically and mentally. My parents couldn't bear to see it anymore, so they sent me to my mother's hometown in the countryside for the summer vacation. It was a strange village where only uncles lived. The uncles were kind to me when I was tired of city life. You called out to me, and you were so nosy that you took care of me too much. Gradually, I started to feel comfortable living in the village. One day, one of the old men got bitten by a snake and was injured. While treating him, I noticed his crotch was swollen as well. 'This hurts too...' "Could you rub it for me?" Even though I knew it wasn't an injury but a physiological phenomenon, since I'm always being taken care of by them, I couldn't refuse and rubbed the old man's crotch. The other old men saw this too, and they started begging me for sex. Sometimes in the bath, sometimes on the veranda, surrounded by the old men's dicks. While gasping, I squeezed out white and gloppy cum for those old men. I felt a sense of purpose, mission, and fulfillment of approval needs from being desired by them. On the day before summer break ended and I returned to the city, I wanted to repay all the old men, so I asked if we could all have sex together and took the cum of ten old men on my face and I came in your pussy. I'll be back after graduation! And I returned to city life as promised. Then, half a year later, I graduated safely and visited the village again in the season when cherry blossoms bloom. However, there was an unfamiliar young man living in that house. 'Where did you come from?' 'Um, what about the old men?' 'Old men? There are no old men around here.' 」No matter where I looked, I couldn't find the old man. Was that summer memory an illusion? I'm still searching for them.
