When I drove home I stripped and spread my legs and began jerking off. In my mind, things had been different. I fantasised that he'd driven me off the...path and into some bushes, then jumped on top of me and torn my clothes off.He had loomed over me as his big cock had plunged into my virginal honey pot, and he had raped away my cherry with wild, furious strokes.I was so excited by the fantasy I grabbed my hairbrush and jammed the handle into my snatch. I intended to only pump it in a little,. They buzzed around me at a distance of not much over a hundred feet, the cameraman filming me from various angles. I waved, and out of habit, pointlessly smiled.One of the pilots decided it was safe to edge closer, moving into formation fifty feet to my left, the other staying about hundred feet above and to my right.Both choppers had two people in them, a pilot and cameraman. I couldn't tell how excited they were, as they were both belted firmly into their seats, the cameraman's face was. Mark sent a signal to Peter Instead and was told that he would be going to Benghazi but should come out on his own initially and spend a couple of days at Tripoli. He should plan on Victoria flying out a fortnight after him. Luckily there was a quarter available for them at Benghazi.Then there were all the departure functions, taking Patch up to Craig Hill, saying farewell to his parents. They handed over their quarter prior to this and Victoria spent the time after Mark left between Craig Hill. ”“I hope you told them I would never do that! This whole learning thing is just as much for me as it is for you guys and as I said to you in the bedroom, it’s nobody’s business.”“Oh Michael, of course I told them. You have to think about it though. Girls know guys play with themselves. It’s expected kinda. But girls aren’t supposed to do that! It makes a girl a slut if she likes sex. It isn’t fair, but that’s just how it is. We all really like you and want to do stuff with you again, but there.