VICTIM
David B. McCoy
While a college sophomore, I took an aquatics life-saving class. During one particular class period, I was paired up with this short, beautiful brunette to practice the Tired-Swimmer Assist around the pool.
I was assigned to be her “victim” and floated on my back in a supine resting position with my hands firmly holding her shoulders. She was my “rescuer” and swam face down partially on top of me--propelling me to “safety.”
Because of our respective heights, her breasts (in her tight Speedo suit) and my penis (in my tight Speedo suit) fit perfectly together. Around the pool we went, my penis bobbing between her breasts.
It was on that day I came to appreciate the human capacity for self-control.
