“Can I help?” I asked.“Did you mean what you said?” She asked, and she probably guessed by the confused look on my face that I hadn’t a clue... what she was talking about. “About my ass?” She added. I simply smiled at her. My cock was almost solid now beneath my shorts and could feel it beginning to throb. I moved closer to her and gently placed my hands on either side of her shorts, and with that slowly began to pull them down to her ankles showing her bikini bottoms.“Hmmm….now that’s what u need. His groans had devolved into something primal and uncontrolled. He was about to cum and she knew it so she started slamming into his cock with frantic force. She felt her ass stretching to it limits to take in his size. Finally she heard him moan loudly and felt his hot nasty juice flood her asshole. She felt it begin to gush out as he slid in and out slowly, making sure to give her all of his cum. Shortly after, she felt rather than saw, her father move in front of her face and he told her. ” She said this while continuing to meet my thrusts with slow, twisting movements of her own pelvis. ”How long ago was that?”Eyes closed, she responded: “Six months ago.”“Why did you kick him out?”“None of your fucking business!”“Megan’s none of my business, either, right?”She shuddered beneath me. “He was cheating on me, okay?”“Cheating on you with who?”“What does it fucking matter?!” The flow of her tears began anew as she sobbed beneath me.Screw it. I began pumping her harder, turned on by. It's really as simple as that. It isn't about being a great warrior or about courageously charging into a burning building or battling your country's enemies. It is purely putting the needs of others above your own.If the single act of heroism was all I had to go on, I wouldn't be sending you my ring. I know that in spite of you being confined to a wheelchair or bed for the past years, you have continued to act heroically. Remember my definition. Not giving up and succumbing to your injuries.