tabiji, the mother of a swimsuit, terasakisen.

Beach chair attached to the beach. His son, Masaru, buryed himself deeply on his back and breathed loudly. Three and a half hours to run from Tokyo. This is the first time I’ve had a long drive like this since I got a driver’s license. A woman in a bathing suit was frolicking with water by the waves. It was not necessary to call women or others' manners. Masar's mother, Izumi, was smiling at the little bikini that made her look ashamed. "Hey Masar! Don't sit there, let's go into the sea!" I was yelled at by my mother with a full smile. "Takumo-san! Why do I have to come here even though it's a summer vacation!" With such a bad habit, Masaru was staring at her mother's bathing suit. Why was it so bady line that makes you feel onna? When he noticed his mother, Karada, who had lost sight of him, Masaru hurriedly turned away.