As a single salaryman, I had a crush on my neighbor, Mrs. Momoko, who was a married woman. Just saying good morning to her every day made me happy. One day, out of concern for my body, which was filled with convenience store food, Mrs. Momoko decided to treat me to a home-cooked meal. On the day of the meal, while saying that she had been feeling sluggish lately, Mrs. Momoko demonstrated a squat, causing her jeans to tear. Unaware of the tear, Mrs. Momoko continued cooking, and I was aroused by the sight of her peach-shaped butt peeking through the hole in her jeans...
