I experienced my first molestation in life. The first time was on my way to the hospital, and the second time was in front of my husband... Even though my husband was right in front of me, I couldn't wake him up. I couldn't stop the overflowing love juice, and I ended up coming with the molester's finger. I hate it, but why do I feel this way? The pleasure of molestation is unforgettable, and before I knew it, I started having fantasies of being molested...
