I look at the people surrounding me. Men jerking their hard cocks. Women rubbing their swollen pussies. They’re all frantic with anticipation.And Ro...an…He makes me nervous.Where the crowd is restless, he stands in utter stillness.Only his erect cock is jerking. It looks so angry…He slowly drags his eyes away from my clit, running up my body until they lock onto mine. His face…"Move away, Arthur." He says to the man behind me.I feel him let go of me and step away. Rogan nods once and I guess. Tom stopped then slowly pushed further. I felt his penis entering me and after asking if I was OK he kept pushing until he was all the way in and I felt his stomach against my bum cheeks. After waiting a few seconds he slowly pulled out a bit and slid in again and started to get a rhythm of stroking in and out and it felt incredible. I couldn't reach from the position I was in but I desperately wanted to wank myself as Tom was fucking me. As I became more relaxed Tom thrust a bit harder and I. You’ve been thinking about this ever since Captain Crowley mentioned this.”“Yeah, I guess so.”“Just promise me, don’t do anything stupid. Let the bad guy go if you have to.”I laughed at that. “Promise!” Then I thought some more. “What if I can’t do it?”“What do you mean?”“I don’t know. What if, I mean, if I do have to do something with a bad guy? Will I be able to do it, or will I start getting all messed up? You know what I mean.” What if my PTSD wouldn’t let me react properly? What if I did. At thishour no one even monitored the swimmers. It was getting late. As Istepped into the shower room to rinse off the chlorine from my body and mysuit, I saw her. There she stood under the shower, beautiful, damp, sleekand sumptuous. Her long hair was piled high on her head, her breasts wereperky and joyous. I went over to her and put my arms around her, unable toresist the sensations this would arise in me. I stood behind her close aspossible and wrapped my arms around her waist,.