the widow who killed my husband on his stomach, yuma asami.

I shook my waist to make my husband enjoy it. Itta Yuma was dead when she saw her husband. The men of the relatives who look at Yuma's mourning clothes with wonder. Meanwhile, her husband's older brother suspects the death penalty. One day, I was caught in a jealousy that came to visit, but I get tired of it many times. The jealousy came many times, and it became violent. Before long, he was told that it was a glaze and something was painted, but the disturbance of Yuma wakes up.