At the station, I spot my target—an office lady with a voluptuous figure exuding the irresistible charm of a young widow. Her black hair tied in a single ponytail gives off a married woman's elegance. Sensing her pent-up frustration, I board the same train car. Even through her blouse, her ample breasts are unmistakable, and I realize she's the type who secretly craves molestation. Carefully undoing each button, I meet no resistance—her compliance confirms she's the perfect target. Touching her lower body, I feel the slick warmth of her mucous membranes, her breasts soft like marshmallows. Her arousal grows hotter by the second. I keep stimulating her until just before the train arrives at the station. As the train pulls away, she surrenders to me again, her expression of restraint utterly irresistible. Seeing her with nipples fully exposed in the train, getting off from handjobs—I'm amazed at her responsiveness. As long as there are women like her, full of unmet desires, train molestation will always be in demand.