We would not use afterburners but twenty four F-16's made a glorious sound. We took off three abreast, and rendezvoused at twenty thousand feet over M...unt Saint Helena. There were two wings meeting. Once we assembled, we lit those powerful after burners and headed for Fallon at mach 1.3.We landed at Fallon Navel Air Station outside Fallon, Nevada.Mat was there waiting for us. He had us park our planes near an old hanger. We would start with a two-hour ground school, then fly. Lunch, more ground. ? He whipped me all over really really hard, and I was crying but he told me not to move soI didn't? moveand let him do it.? I was unbelievably sexuallyaroused by this.? After it stopped and hewent away, I'd immediately masturbate to orgasm,usually twice.?This went on until into high school.??But I never put two and two together that that may be why I am like thisuntil I started writing this blog. > Like whathad you done that made him or your mom decide that a whipping was in order. Who. It had been some time since she and Ronny had been intimate, but these men couldn't possibly know that, just as they couldn't know that she'd had an orgasm just an hour or so earlier."I must still be excited from making myself cum earlier. But surely that's not why they grabbed me. They can't actually tell something like that, can they? Not from just watching me. Was I rolling my hips when I walked? I wasn't trying to be sexy. Maybe it's something I was doing unconsciously. Maybe I'm just. His cock was aggressively pushed in, curving as it went over my tongue and then, in two short fuck-pumps into my mouth he came nearly instantly, dumping a thick load all over my tongue. He was a good sport and well versed in gangbang etiquette and honored axiom that "In gangbangs or trains, everyone should get as much as they can while the whore is available." The older guy came, paused just long enough to dump his load, and then pulled out as he gave me a "thank-you" pat on my cheek with his.