Even when I had a fight with a friend...and when the girl I liked was dumped...and my stepmother's breasts made me forget all the unpleasant things...

When I got depressed and came home from school, my stepmother always hugged me gently. Whether I had a fight with a friend or rejected by a girl I like, my stepmother hugged me, I forgot everything I didn't like. I was thinking that, but...it seemed like it was a misunderstanding, and it seemed that my stepmother's big breasts were healing me, not my stepmother's kindness. My mind is full of my stepmother's breasts. Ah... I want to massage... I want to lick it... I can't get buried...