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My daughter-in-law's bookmark returns to her room without much talk when she is eating with me these days. When I looked into the room with anxiety, she was groping her crotch while facing the desk and swaying her hips. I was still clumsy and looking at the bookmark that stroked the important part, but before I knew it, I thrust my finger into my vagina and became absorbed in it. At a later date, even though I knew it was immoral, I took a step toward the bath where the bookmark was taking a bath.