The usual commuter train. The usual crowded train. And the usual molestation that I hated. I could manage if I just endured it. But that day was different. Hands massaging her voluptuous breasts. Fingertips kneading her sensitive nipples. His skill as he caressed her buttocks and slowly massaged them. Quietly, surely, I could tell her secret opening was starting to get wet... I couldn't hold back any longer. I wanted it...