I have a memory that comes to mind around this time of year. It was when we went to a cherry blossom viewing with my part-time job colleagues. I brought my husband along. Since he doesn't drink, he offered to be the designated driver for the way back. We had two cars that could each seat eight people. Everyone was quite drunk, and I ended up drinking for the first time in a while too. I sat in the back seat of the car my husband was driving. Finally, the manager, who joined us at the last minute, got in and sat next to me in the very back seat. I had only met him once before, but he was quite charming and popular among the female employees. We were having a lively conversation about work for a while, but eventually, everyone fell asleep. I felt sorry for my husband, but I also dozed off. As I was nodding off, I felt a warm hand on my waist... "Huh!?" The hand lingered on my waist for a while, and when it confirmed I wasn't reacting, it moved to the hem of my skirt on my knee... "Ah!" The skirt was lifted to my inner thigh... I pretended to be asleep and gently closed my slightly open legs. However, a finger skillfully slipped into the gap that formed in my lap. What should I do? Should I resist... "Ah! No..." I felt sorry for my husband, but my body couldn't resist. Over my panties, "tickle, tickle..." "Ugh!!" My body involuntarily reacted with a jolt. The fingertip moved my panties aside and...

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