I had my ass groped in Paris once.
I worked there for a year in my late 20’s ( thats actual work, not influencing).
Anyhow, my boyfriend at the time, came over to visit one weekend and we did loads of shizzle around the city. We were on the metro thing and it was rammed. I kept feeling my ass get squeezed, some might describe it as “significant gropage” , which I naturally assumed was my boyfriend.
However after a few minutes I realised that I was actually holding one hand of my boyfriend and his other hand was on the roof handle things.
So who was feeling me up???
The weirdy lurking Pervy Mcperverson standing behind me is who! Well.
Quite the highlight of my 20’s that’s for sure.
(See, mamma TIT had a life once, too)