This morning, I met a molester. A man I didn't even know touched my chest, butt, and even my crotch... I was excited... I wonder how long it's been since I had sex with my husband. I don't think I have a strong libido, but I'm secretly angry at my husband for not doing anything for me, and I also have a desire to have sex. And then a molester came along. He touched me as if he knew where it felt good, and I was intoxicated by the immoral pleasure. And to think that the person he was molesting was a student at work. That male student also felt lust for my body and even at school... I can't go back to my husband's cock anymore, I've fallen into the pleasure of him...