On the day I went out to play with my fellow sexual minority friends, I accidentally met a woman in front of an ATM. She looked somehow familiar, and as I observed her, it suddenly hit me—she was the same woman I had targeted last year. The memories of her are still vivid; she was one of my favorites. Recalling how many times I'd jerked off watching her videos brings back intense feelings. Her smooth thighs, her droopy yet soft and plump breasts... just remembering makes my breathing heavy. After boarding the train, despite being groped freely by some unknown man, she didn't run away—her passive resistance deeply stirred something in me. When I gently fondled her breasts with feather-light touches, she completely drifted into another world. As an older sister figure, I felt like whispering in her ear, "We're inside a train right now, you know." It felt like using a toy to invade a hidden cave deep within an untouched forest—and that was it. Haa haa... Haa haa... Her breathing grew wild and uncontrollable, losing all sense of self. For me, being allowed to play with her like this and seeing her respond so intensely was truly ideal. In the end, I vigorously worked her with two fingers—sucking, licking—Aaannn... Haa haa (*´Д`) Haa haa... Nn!!! She seemed to climax just moments before arriving at the station, so I let her go (^_^)/