It's been three years since my mother passed away, and every Friday night, my father has been bringing his mistress home. While I was troubled by how they would fuck right in front of me without a care, I also secretly began to long for her. Then, on a Friday when a massive typhoon hit, my father's woman arrived as usual, drenched by the driving rain. With the trains stopped, my father couldn't get home from work, leaving me alone for the night with his soaking wet mistress...
