It's been years since I broke up with Takako. Takako was an adult and I was a child. Looking back, I think I was just relying on her. I'm now remarried and living a fairly satisfying life. Then, one day, I happened to meet Takako again. My wife was out, so I invited her over to my house. We talked about remarriage and all that. We reminisced about the good times we had. Then, our conversation turned to our nights together. Apparently, Takako's husband drank heavily and fell asleep. His expression was gloomy. I was the same; I had no sex with my wife. At that moment, I had a flashback to the days when Takako and I made love. Those were the days when we made love and desired each other so many times. I approached Takako and embraced her, but she resisted. But I knew that this attitude wasn't a serious rejection. I forcefully captured her lips and stimulated her erogenous zones. Her sensitivity hadn't changed since the old days. Her gaze was pleading and longing, and her private parts were so wet that no caressing was necessary. It had been several years since I'd last penetrated Takako, and it was so smooth that it clung to me in a lewd way. We were so absorbed in the pleasure that we both came. Takako slowly got up and headed to the bathroom. I hugged her and kissed her as she took a shower...