Somehow, I was able to keep up. I have no idea how, but I did. Finally the ordeal was finished. I was surprised to find I was wrong. With surprising f...orce, a huge beltch emanated from my piss-filled stomach. With my lips still clamped about your cock, the beltch had only one place to exit... my nose. Now I know we've all accidently let a carbonated drip beltch out our noses, but after the first time, we quickly realise, 'That Was NOT Fun', and would forever after, try not to do that again. Now,. On a normal day, we would fly from twenty to forty sorties depending on the distance. I remained a crew chief for about two months and I loved flying and working on helicopters.Promoted to Flight-Engineer!The CO offered to move me up in the Flight Engineer spot on another chopper so I took it. It did not take me long to realize the load that would be on my shoulders. Now I was responsible for the safety of four other men and a multi-million dollar helicopter at the age of nineteen. I learned. The nig plate glass door had a habit of self-closing and she was using the buggy to press it ajar. She was wearing a full-length soft wool coat and scarf, sensible boots, and a long black cashmere scarf. He paegboy-length brown hair curled inward below her jawline. She had an oval face and almond-shaped brown eyes, very warm. Her smile of recongition was warm too. "Well hi there!" she smiled, " having a late lunch?" I had met Rachel three months earlier in the coffee shop. On that occasion we. " Tom said and watched me go. I dropped my clothes onto the ground and stepped into the shower and began to wash myself. At the first touch of the shower, I felt my cock harden to semi-erectness while I lathered myself up with soap. When I got to my cock, I slipped the bar of soap into my other hand as my now free hand wrapped around my cock. I started to stroke myself as my other hand rubbed my ass with the bar of soap. I panted softly. Gods, I wanted Tom Welling in here with me, I wanted him.