I experienced my first molestation. The first time was on the way to the hospital, and the second time was in front of my husband… Even though my husband was right there, I couldn't wake him up. Unable to stop the flowing love juices, I actually climaxed at the molester's fingers. Even though I hated it, why did it feel so good? Unable to forget the pleasure of molestation, I found myself fantasizing about being molested…
