The other day, I experienced my first molestation on a train. Even though my husband was right beside me, I couldn't bring myself to stop it, and before I knew it, I was dripping with arousal, soiling my underwear. At that moment, I found myself fantasizing about letting the molester's hands defile my body, and in doing so, I became aware of my own hidden desires. Now, I keep boarding trains without wearing any underwear. Each time, that experience flashes through my mind, making me feel the same overwhelming excitement all over again.