Motorcycle Dealer

Motorcycle Dealer 13

This is a continuation of the motorcycle dealer series which is a work of fiction, please enjoy the story & make a donation to Nifty, after all we are leaving a legacy for the future & don't forget to look in their shop window.

I felt honoured to have witnessed the bonding of Zoltan & Jimmy which truly was love across the stars, he deserved to be treated as a special visitor to our planet & indeed by our group therefore the best thing is for him to have a holiday of a lifetime, he is what's termed a male hermaphrodite & having conceived from Jimmy the 40 weeks countdown to the birth of their love child has now begun, Jimmy will become a proud father for his first time & he is already mature enough & financially secure to meet his obligations. The whole group spent the last moments of the night skinnydipping in the backwater followed by Luke plowing his huge cock into Matt; Justin certainly had a whale of a time sinking his 9 inches of teen cock into Linda & really filled up her pussy with one of his usual huge loads & drinking each others breast milk. Jordan sank his cock into Ollie's female vagina blasting his load into him bringing on his simultaneous orgasms and being treated to his breast milk, I pounded my cock into Damian & he reciprocated the service with both of us going to sleep with leaking rear pussy holes, Damian's mum certainly gave John a good time especially as he stored his spunk for at least a week giving her a really huge hot load inside her pussy and having a really good nightcap of her breast milk.

Vivian certainly gave Kelly a very hard pounding with his cock & out of all of us he is definitely what's known as a top, his pet hate are partners in the driving seat so to speak, it is him who is always in the driving seat & he hates any teen who tries to oust him during sex & now Kelly was about to learn his lesson, any teen who Vivian fucks certainly has to be very submissive otherwise he or she is in for a very hard time & a serious pounding, Kelly made that mistake with him and now he's on the receiving end of a very hard pounding from Vivian who filled his chute within seconds and loudly demanded his breast milk as well as sending him afterwards to the British army field kitchen to make all of our hot drink nightcaps instead of Justin who could only stand & watch & had to remain silent, on top of that he had to serve up Jimmy's & Zoltan's drinks in bed as those 2 lover boys were already in their sleeping bags.

Jimmy & Zoltan lay with their sleeping bags draped over them the following morning huddled up to each other fondling each other with loving caresses whispering sweet nothings with Jimmy's rock hard cock firmly inside his female pussy feeding him his occasional pre-cum squirts whilst Zoltan's huge cock was also leaking out his love juices.

The rest of us were up leaving the pair of them alone inside the large shelter sheet basha whilst Justin stood over Kelly like the most demanding taskmaster on the planet whilst he cooked their breakfasts to be served in their beds after which Justin would take over the British army field kitchen and cook ours.

Zoltan & Jimmy finally rose out from their beds wearing only their speedos & Zoltan politely thanked Kelly for their breakfasts although both insisted on washing & drying up their own mess tins & cutlery. The water in the tin can billy cans was already warm as they took their places for Rick to shower them down with the stirrup pump. A few moments later Rick called Jimmy, Zoltan & Luke on board the Countess of Clewer as Matt had called on Skype from Australia. Both Jimmy & Luke were crying during the call which gave us the good news that the court hearing for Luke's mum had been brought forward to Tuesday, John's solicitor was confident of a good outcome & what helped is both his solicitor and the prosecutor knew each other from law school & when she learned about Luke being targeted, bullied & stabbed she too also felt that his mum had done the right thing to have him brought home. We had to work fast as there was only a day to photograph & email the documents with the school placement letter, the document naming Jimmy as his legal guardian, the doctor's report from Wexham park hospital, my home address as Luke's place of abode & his Australian passport with his UK certificate of patriality visa & his UK birth certificate.

Zoltan introduced himself & spoke with Luke's mum mentioning that he blew goodwill kisses at the outbound passing aircraft, Jane said. "That's a very nice gesture; probably an ancient custom for a departing ship, the good news is that I will be bringing her home after all." Zoltan surprised us all when he told us. "Look, if this goes wrong, provided she has a mobile phone on her and I have the number, as long as she is standing at an open space & calls the number I tell her to, we can have her here within the hour, the same way as I arrived."

This revelation sounded like something straight out of science fiction or Star trek, she was going to call on her mobile phone and be beamed aboard the huge streamlined aircraft which flew over the island and plonked Zoltan straight down onto the designated runway on the mainland opposite the river bank. What was even more astounding is the flight from Melbourne to the UK taking an hour, there are people who are prepared to pay exorbitant amounts of money for such flights, this truly was the stuff of dreams, London to New York=20 minutes, London to LA/San Francisco= 30 minutes, London to Tokyo/Beijing=45 minutes whereas for us it could be decades before flights such as this may even become possible.

Jimmy & Zoltan changed into their black speedos & swam breast stroke around the island talking to each other which was a beautiful sight to watch followed by them both doing the most amazing dives off the swimming hole tree, Linda laid down on a towel beside the tree trunk with Ollie on top covered with another towel with his rock hard 15 year old cock balls deep in his mum's vagina slowly thrusting into her as they exchanged loving caresses, kisses & suckled breast milk from each other making lovers & dirty talk between bouts of her moaning which became louder whenever she had an orgasm, he built up to a really good simultaneous orgasm with juices gushing out of his vagina & filling her pussy with a big load of teenage spunk after about 10 minutes, he just lay there with his cock still inside her kissing and caressing each other & sometimes drinking each others breast milk, his cock remained hard throughout their session & he shot another load of spunk inside his mum as well as several squirts of juices erupting from his vagina about 15 minutes later, they held their positions throughout with Ollie laying his head down & closing his eyes as she stroked his hair.

Both Luke & Matt went on board the countess totally naked and shagged each other on Rick's double bed filling each others teen pussy holes with spunk, when they both came back out; their teen pussy holes were gaping wide with each others spunk running out, the next pair to enter the countess was Vivian & Zoltan for Vivian to give him his raunchy clothes, each time he came back out wearing a different set of girly clothes & Jimmy took photos of him with his digital camera. All this was happening whilst Jordan & Damian were shagging each other in Rick's bed whilst John & Justin were both in Don's bed on board London Pride having the most amazing sex with each other, Justin took the greatest of care not to hurt John as his pussy hole hasn't had a cock inside him for some time, fortunately for him, Justin really knew what he was doing by using plenty of tingling lube, taking his time & entering him very slowly, he thrust into him with long slow strokes whilst massaging his breasts & nipples & hand expressing some breast milk onto his hand for him to lick it off as well as licking his own milk from the palms of his hands.

Justin's orgasm built up over several minutes giving John plenty of warning he was about to cum, with John not having shot his load for at least a week, his cock shot off loads of spunk by itself, his pussy hole clamped like mad onto Justin's huge pole & within seconds, just like a serious case of premature ejaculation, he flooded about 30 big ropes of hot teen spunk inside him, his load was so huge, it ran back out past his cock, breast milk squirted out from his huge nipples and he was screaming his head off with the intensity of his orgasm, nevertheless, he had the presence of mind to sink his cock right inside him as far as it will go, John lay in Don's bed enjoying a very nice afterglow whilst Justin made 2 cups of coffee with honey & breast milk, then served him whilst he still lay on the bed.

I decided to return to my house with Zoltan and show him around, Jimmy rode with me on his Yamaha XT500, Ryan on his Honda XR250 & Linda on her Honda XL250 Motosport; I kept my speed down to 40 mph in deference to both Linda & Ryan running in their engines whilst Jimmy rode on ahead and waited inside after opening the door. During the drive over, the car's radio was tuned into Classic Gold on 1431 KHz when the Madness record I like driving in my car' came over the airwaves, Zoltan couldn't stop laughing at the record as it was so funny followed by Duran duran The reflex', followed by The kinks Lola' & the sweet `Fox on the run', Zoltan was really getting into the beat of these records & jiving on the passenger seat all the way home to the radio.

We parked the motorcycles in my garage & I showed Zoltan my workshop which certainly impressed him, I recounted the restorations already done here then showed him John's BSA Bantam & his BMW R80/7, I then pulled the cover of my little Honda C100 cub which hadn't been run up in a long time, Ryan wanted to see it start up so I let him, he drained the carburettur, switched on the fuel tap, went to the key cabinet & quickly found the key, he kicked it over a few times & it fired up straight away, this little bike impressed him so much he begged me to take it round the block & rode it to the shops, bought a packet of fags, a 2 litre bottle of coke & a huge bar of chocolate, when he returned, I sent Zoltan out on it, he came back grinning like a Cheshire cat, then looked my old 1970's Honda CG125K1 over & Arne's little Honda CB100K0.

The next machine he rode was Ryan's little Suzuki MD50 sportsman, this took a few more kicks than the Honda to fire up & ran with a light plume of smoke from the exhaust as this machine has a two stroke engine, he took it round the block & fell in love with it straight away, after that, Ryan fired up John's rigid BSA Bantam whilst Jimmy fired up Linda's plunger framed BSA Bantam, after telling him that the gear change pedal is on the right & the brake pedal is on the left, we watched them both ride off but this time Zoltan was having to get used to the gear changes & Jimmy took him for a longer ride, his final ride was on Linda's Honda XL250 Motosport which he loved to bits.

Ryan busied himself making all our coffees & quickly found the tin containing the McVitie's milk chocolate digestive biscuits, with all the motorcycles now garaged, I switched on the TV & loaded the video taken by John at the Isle of Man TT races when Jordan went there on Honda UK's CBR1100XX super blackbird & I took their Mercedes sprinter van to rescue both him & Robert after he dropped the BMW.

John had an excellent video camera enabling us to watch the TT with sound, they also took shots of the camp site at Quayle's Glenlough dairy farm with my old US army pup tent, John cooking a meal on my British army number 7 petrol stove, the 7th century church's foundations on the campsite, the aftermath of the BMW's spill, the Honda Blackbird & of course Honda's Mercedes van. Next to load was the cine to video transfer disc of both John & Robert in the 1960's taken at the Calder raceway outside Melbourne, the restoration work on Robert's father's Norton ES2 racer & the Manx Norton framed BSA Empire star racer sporting an M24 cylinder head & Barrel, John's machine shop in his garage at Seabrook &c.

The next one was John at Southend airport with the videos of the Qantas Boeing 707, Zoltan remarked that it truly was a beautiful looking aircraft & when it came to the engine start scene, Zoltan blurted out. "Oh my god, jet engines, they have those in museums back home, of course they use totally different engines now although the main principles are the same, the main difference is the fuel which takes up far less space & weight plus they are able to operate at hypersonic speeds."

It struck me that Zoltan's world is technically far in advance of ours by centuries if not millennia, the only way he was able to show us his world is by hacking into the Hubble space telescope on my desktop, putting the image onto my wide screen TV & zooming it out as far as the image could go, having done that, he uploaded an image intensifying software used by the military, took a photo on my computer then further zoomed that image, ran the software again when we saw that his planet is not unlike earth which meant that we were not alone, they were human & our wishes were for a contact one day, somehow our technology would have to advance in leaps & bounds to reach out through the vast distances of both space & time.

It was back to watching the photo slide shows of our motorcycles followed by the Sunday afternoon movie on the TV whilst Linda & I prepared & cooked the Sunday roast dinner with breast milk ice cream & fruit cocktail for dessert & British Airways coffee. Jimmy & Zoltan started playing `Grand theft auto-San Andreas' set for 2 players on my elderly PS2 which surprised me just how quickly Zoltan picked up the game, the whoops, sighs, curses &c said it all & he thought it really was a brilliant game to play.

By the early part of the evening, Jordan brought back Arne, Wayne & Damian as all of them would be working at both motorcycle shops arriving just in time for the evening meal followed by Sam on his Indian Scout just as we were about to retire for the night joining us for a late night coffee, it was early nights for everyone as we had to be showered & eaten our breakfasts before the builders came, I put both Zoltan & Jimmy in my double bed giving them the option of watching videos on the large flat screen TV which Vivian fixed onto the ceiling, they were totally naked as theirs became a night of raunchy sex which gave my bed such a battering I feared it was going to break. Zoltan was giving Jimmy's pussy hole a good pounding with his huge cock, Jimmy's legs were rested on his shoulders as Zoltan fed his leaking juices into his pussy whilst his vaginal fluids were running out of him & gushing out every time he orgasmed, his breast milk was leaking out of his tits & went all over his hands as he massaged his breasts & huge nipples, sometimes he would suck on Jimmy's nipples eliciting loud moans from him when his cock built up to his orgasm & blasted huge loads of spunk all over his chest & his face, his wildly clenching hole brought Zoltan off with a tremendous simultaneous orgasm with cum & vaginal fluids gushing out of his pussy, breast milk cascading from his breasts & huge ropes of spunk filling up Jimmy's hole,

Linda had the pleasure of a night in the other double bed with Ryan who very quickly sank his huge cock into her pussy as she straddled & rode him hell for leather, Ryan's breasts had enlarged as by now he was producing decent amounts of breast milk & right throughout his session with Linda, his breasts constantly leaked a really sweet tasting milk, he wanted this more than anything else despite having to put nursery pads inside his bra to hopefully contain the leakage, he hasn't long been able to squirt his milk during orgasms & his extremely long locks of hair brushed sensually all over & tickled Linda's body.

Jordan left to spend the night with Vicky & quickly ended up in her bed with his cock sunk balls deep inside her pussy & given his nightcap of her breast milk.

Damian was shacked up in bed with Wayne with the pair of them wearing stockings & suspenders with silky nylon baby doll nighties & matching panties to bed lovingly caressing each other for ages before Wayne sank his huge cock into Damian's hole as he removed his panties & straddled Wayne who shot his load into Damian's hole within minutes, he remained there with his rock hard cock still inside him waiting for his balls to recharge with more spunk & rode him for all he's worth when both of them shot off their loads at the same time.

Arne too gave Sam's veteran cock a good workout by straddling him & despite his age he could still have sex like a teenager, impotence was one affliction which Sam didn't suffer from with his 8 inches of prime veteran cock remaining hard throughout & he certainly gave Arne a decent load of spunk up his hole with very hard jolts with every one of his ropes of fine vintage spunk which had Arne shooting his lot off all over the bed, in many ways I was thankful that my house wasn't a semi detached property otherwise the next door neighbours could hear what we were up to through the adjoining walls not to mention the smells of sex, sweat & cum wafting next door especially during hot summer nights when all the bedroom windows are open.

Meanwhile in Melbourne it was Belinda's, Luke's mum's day in court, yes the prosecutor had to put her case forward although she pleaded the love of a mother to her teenage son & blasted the authorities for not ensuring his safety whilst incarcerated in a youth prison driving the point home about it happening again, understandably she wanted her son to be safely cared for & not leaving a youth prison in a coffin, John's solicitor had all the photos of the documents ready with a signed letter from Jimmy stating that he was his primary carer & the endorsed documents from the local council's social services department, added to this was the excellent ranking of the school both sporting & academically with links directing to the school's website. Then there were the treatment notes from the hospital with further appointments with the local doctor, added to this was the video recording which John took of both Jimmy & Luke with a number of scenes of them on the island at the swimming hole tree, during a trip on the Countess of Clewer, mountain biking along the Thames from Boveney lock to Windsor & right outside the gates of Windsor castle. All this left everyone in no doubt that Luke was on course to turn his life around & towards the end of the hearing there wasn't a dry eye in the court room & when it came to the summing up; both sides were in agreement that Luke had been harshly treated by the judicial system which had failed to ensure his safety. After about a 20 minute recess, the judge came back out & gave his verdict, the appeal was allowed & his sentence was reduced to a one year good behavior bond. Now British Airways was about to bring her home accompanied by Jane the following day but not before Matt drove Belinda in the Land Rover to the Bikeshed at Ceres Community Environment Park to collect her mountain bike after receiving a call from Old Nick.

Old Nick had a real beauty of a Falcon Interceptor step through ladies framed mountain bike with a 19 inch frame, this British built bike with its black and pink splotch coloured frame is so rare, especially in Australia that for Old Nick to part out this lovely old school girls mountain bike would be a crying shame, especially as it's in excellent condition & had hardly been used. Belinda really wanted this bike which turned out to be the ideal size for her, 150 dollars changed hands & she rode the bike around the yard with a huge smile on her face before Matt removed the wheels & loaded it into the back of the Land Rover, once home the bike was further dismantled & packed ready for the flight to London.

Jane, Matt & Belinda came through on Skype before breakfast the next morning which became a funny episode, although Jane's BMW was parked ready & waiting at the airport, she did suggest that Jordan should collect her in the Volkswagen beetle simply because she has a soft spot for these funny German cars, I thought, `Why not,' that old beetle has done quite a few airport pick ups for our group in its time, I gave Jordan a call & even Zoltan became pleased that this episode was about to have a happy ending, he spoke his best wishes & recited a prayer asking god to grant her safe passage across the miles which I thought was really nice of him.

Jimmy helped me with preparing & cooking breakfast & when finished, Zoltan helped with the washing & drying up, during breakfast, all they wore was their speedos which is all Jimmy likes to wear & likewise Zoltan although they changed into tee shirts & shorts afterwards with extra clothes &c inside their day sacks ready to spend the day in London. They took the mountain bikes, Jimmy wheeled out his black Ridgeback mountain sport bike but Zoltan has yet to get a mountain bike so the solution for the day was for him to use my trusty vintage Raleigh Outland with its original bull horn handlebars which had certainly proved its worth over the years until Zoltan piped up saying.

"This bike of yours is a right old crate, I wouldn't like to be seen dead on it," I replied. "Look Zoltan, I know that bike's an old crate as you put it. It came from the dump about 15 years ago & I fixed it up, there's even a crease in the frame's top tube but she's a solid piece of kit, she's done a lot of miles & she won't let you down," Zoltan replied. "Tom, that's what I like about you, you have this gift of loving objects which are old or antique, it seems to me that your race likes to preserve its history," I bid them both goodbye as they hefted their day sacks & rode to the Railway station.

The others left for the start of another week at both motorcycle shops leaving me on my own to liaise with the builders, at least I could get on with my computer work, scouring ebay, writing & answering emails when halfway through the morning my Skype alert went off, I certainly didn't recognize the name but decided to answer it, the image came through in a very high definition indeed, I thought this joker looked like he was calling from the movie set of Star trek & he said.

"Good morning to you Mr. Thomas Fullbrick, Captain Tiberius Smada of the Antares 20,000 miles above your planet, I trust that my son Zoltan is behaving himself," "He is indeed sir," "Here, let me show you around the ship starting with the bridge which is where I'm at now, to save walking I'll mostly use the cameras." I thought. `Oh my god! How the hell is he able to do this? Then I remembered what Zoltan said & replied. "Your son has told me about your party tricks," he burst out laughing until he said. "I'll show you one," within seconds a picture from a London security camera came on & I watched both Jimmy & Zoltan riding their mountain bikes in real time along a London street with the image displaying real time on the screen, this ship was capable of spying on anyone on the planet in ways even science fiction writers could barely imagine & only dream about.

He panned the camera round the bridge & all the officers bid me a good morning, he left the bridge & walked along a corridor until he came to what appeared to be lift doors, pressed a button & entered a lounge which rose up through the circular mechanically opening hatch in the roof to become the astrodome, from there we were looking down from the spacecraft's roof all over the ship, it was indeed a very sleek craft resembling a cross between Concorde & the SR71 Blackbird with 2 tail fins at the rear showing the chine section fuselage & swing wings, other pictures from cameras elsewhere revealed the huge engine air intakes required for terrestrial flight were fully retracted, its huge size was almost that of a cruise ship, after that he went to the transporter & explained its operation, he went through a door & OMG, he was descending the grand staircase of the RMS Titanic into what was the first class dining room on the vessel which is the officers mess hall, I could swear he was on that ship although one giveaway which he pointed out was the clock in the sculpture known as `Honour & glory crowning time' set on ship's time at GMT (UTC) London or Zulu time.

He showed me the engineering section & pride of place was the computer numerical controlled replicator machine which was practically a robot machine shop capable of making just about anything & every single piece of machining swarf is recycled, a sectioned off area in the engineering section dealt with the electronics & he picked up a mobile phone saying.

"Our boys didn't have this ready in time, I will have this beamed down into his bag, you'll see the number on your screen which starts with +44 for the UK, you call that number & at the same time you'll be watching him on a security camera, I guarantee it will have you laughing your socks off."

I punched the number on the screen into my mobile phone & as soon as I saw them on the security camera about to board a tourist boat, I pressed the call button. They both heard the mobile phone ringing & Jimmy said. "It isn't mine," Zoltan replied. "I haven't brought one along either," "You must have as it sounds like it's ringing from inside your backpack," Zoltan took off his backpack & put it to his ear, he quickly opened his bag pulling out some of the contents & found it, he pressed the reply button & put the phone to his ear asking. "Who's this?"

"Hello Zoltan, it's me, Tommy Fullprick, your father tells me you left your phone behind, silly boy," the expression on his face said it all, I couldn't stop laughing. "He's the joker, the boffins didn't have it ready in time, however he has promised to send it to me when it's ready, thanks dad," as he gave a thumbs up gesture. "That is one hell of a party trick, are you both enjoying the sights of London? "We're just about to get on this boat which will take us past Big Ben & the Houses of parliament, Tower Bridge, the Tower of London, the Cutty Sark & the Thames Barrier, we'll be on board for at least 2 hours, see you back at your house, then the call ended. I said to Zoltan's father. "He's going to thank you for allowing him the holiday of a lifetime," "When we brought Jimmy over & the surgeons performed their magic on him, they became the best of friends since his days in the hospital, Zoltan did so much for him, they became like brothers & you just couldn't separate them, of course we had to bring Jimmy back although he has given us the wonderful gift of his seeds. Poor Zoltan was pining for him all the time so we gave him this trip." "You do know that they're in love," "I fully expected that & in a lot of ways I wanted this to happen, they are so right for each other, it wouldn't be right to part them, besides he will soon be giving birth to Jimmy's child which will be the best thing for them," "Where will they live? "That is a choice they must make together & I will honour whichever one they choose, it they choose to remain on Earth, I will see that they are set up for their lives & come to visit them, I must go as my navigation officer's on my case to shift this damn tub." Then the Skype call ended, I was on an ecstatic high for days afterwards as they are such nice people.

Hours later, the day at Seabrook had already begun, both Jane & Belinda were up with the lark after having spent the night together sharing the double bed in the outhouse having the must raunchy lesbian sex imaginable with a double ended dildo in both their pussy's, Jane gave her a really good thirst quenching breast milk nightcap, sucked hard on her breasts, tongued out her profusely leaking pussy whilst finger fucking her rear hole & gave her clitoris a really good highly sensual sucking giving her the most intense orgasms she's experienced in a long time & rewarded with her face becoming plastered with gushing vaginal fluids, Matt cooked their full English breakfasts watered down with mugs of British Airways coffee made with the finest Australian honey & Jane's breast milk served with Arnotts Tim tams chocolate biscuits. After washing up, Matt loaded up the series one Land Rover with their luggage & the 2 dismantled mountain bikes, one ladies framed Falcon Interceptor & Luke's Muddy fox. They left in the pouring rain for Tattersalls in the city to cash in her ticket & on to Melbourne's Tullamarine airport for the British Airways Boeing 747-400 series flight to London.

Melbourne is well known for its 4 seasons in a day reputation during spring & early summer & it seemed as though such a day came early as the huge jumbo began its take off run on runway 34 during a cloudburst from the heavens, she could barely see out of the windows with all the water although one bonus was the partial ingestion of rainwater into the engines being converted to superheated steam giving the engines slightly more take off power & the aircraft cleared the Sunbury road fence higher than is normal for a jumbo, once airborne, the aircraft really flexed its bones in the turbulent clouds with fuselage flexions, wing flexions & engines waggling on their pylons straining to contain the added power of steam blasting out with the exhaust gases & the droning from the engines even though most of the water is thrown off by the fan blades to by pass the engines. Belinda became nervous at the motions of the climbing aircraft & held Jane's hand in an almost death like grip, there were plenty of loud sighs from other passengers as the aircraft encountered bumps in the clouds so she obviously wasn't the only nervous passenger on board, once the aircraft left the cloud layer & gained more altitude the flight became as smooth as a mill pond.

Jane brought out her laptop so she could once again look at the photo gallery of the entire group on the island with the recent additions which I emailed to Jane of Luke enjoying himself with Jimmy, some were taken of them swimming in the backwater including them clambering on board the countess by the vessel's rear steps & jumping & diving off the swimming hole tree, both wore their black nylon speedo swimming trunks & look drop dead sexy in them sporting huge bulges & the sight of her son in speedos started her juices leaking into her panties & her nipples became hard & erect eliciting a quick visit to the toilet to change her panties, wash her juices out in the sink & wring out as much water as possible then passing them to Jane to quietly have them dried out. Other photos of them showed them basking in the sun beside the swimming hole tree with Zoltan & Ryan, Justin serving up his dinner at the British army field kitchen into his mess tins, Rick spraying them with warm water using his stirrup pump at shower time, Jimmy & Luke inside their sleeping bags in the shelter sheet basha & loads of photos taken all over the island.

It pleased her immensely to know that with every second in the air, the aircraft was closing the distance between them by about 8 miles every minute & within a day or so she too will be setting foot on the island & boarding the Countess of Clewer, Jane brought her a pot of coffee with the airline's small brown rolls & a small milk jug containing her breast milk for her coffee having already tasted it which she found to her liking.

Vivian phoned me asking to carry out an MOT test on the old pensioner's Ex WD BSA M20 the next morning & I drove to the Honda dealer with Zoltan & Jimmy to see the machine parked in the MOT bay & the old guy drinking his mug of tea, this machine was still in its original army green paint & it certainly looked like it had been dragged straight out of a bone yard & definitely hasn't been on the road for many years, I really needed to carry out a thorough test which Zoltan proving most helpful as an assistant, having logged onto MOT computerization, he started up the ancient side valve engine on the first kick & operated the lights, stop light & the horn, it surprised me that everything actually worked. With him sat on the bike, I checked the wheel alignment using the boards which were spot on then checked the rest of the machine, when it came to the roller brake test; I weighed the machine by rolling each wheel onto the scales, then weighed Zoltan & talked him through the roller brake test. I had attracted quite a small audience within the shop watching me test this old bike & what surprised me is that it actually passed. I re-logged back onto MOT computerization, entered the test details & printed off the pass certificate: afterwards we celebrated over coffee at Antonio's café.

We all had a good chat in the café. This is the guy we bought Linda's Honda XL250 Motosport & her BSA Bantam from & I showed him the photos of both restored machines which pleased him knowing that they went to a good home, having noticed Arne's little Honda CB100 parked in the workshop, he told us that he had a similar machine buried in his junk pile & he would like Zoltan to have it which I thought was a really nice gesture?, I drove Zoltan over there in the pick up during lunch & between us we dragged it out from the pile to finally reveal a red 1973 Honda CB125S which still rolled on its wheels although its engine was seized, Zoltan seriously questioned us asking. "Can you really fix up that old bike?" I replied. "Given time and a lot of work it won't be a problem & if you're still around in December, you can have the pleasure of riding it in the Reading toy run which is a charity event," "I would like to do that very much as I envisage it's an event which helps underprivileged children," the machine was loaded onto the pick up & we took it straight to my garage.

Both him & Jimmy got stuck in that evening stripping the bike right down, putting the parts into boxes & plastic stacking bins with the engine mounted into the engine work stand, I quickly removed the cylinder head & poured a load of plus gas into the cylinder leaving it to soak overnight before we cleaned up for supper & our beds, what amazed me is that this was their first machine they were taking on & it actually surprised me just how methodical Zoltan's mind was for the task ahead, especially as he took the manual inside the house & read through it during those last waking moments of the day.

Both Jimmy & Zoltan already had their backpacks packed ready for the following day, the next morning they took the train to Portsmouth with the mountain bikes & locked them up at the historic naval dockyard where they spent the day looking at HMS Victory, HMS Warrior & the Mary Rose museum. This certainly proved to be a very interesting day out especially for Zoltan as the exhibits certainly enlightened him about life on historic warships; it was down at the room which had the 2 bronze culverins that Zoltan's mind envisaged the disaster which sank the Tudor warship in 1545, he saw the visions clearly in his mind that the ship was overloaded with the lower gun ports near the waterline & when the squall struck the ship listed over, water poured in through the gun ports flooding the vessel although the ship did manage to fire a broadside at the enemy. The experience really affected him to the point where a huge lump came to his throat & his eyes became tearful so Jimmy took him straight to the cafeteria where he calmed down as they had their coffees with slices of McVitie's fruit cake & biscuits.

They returned from their day out in good frames of mind & after a late evening meal they got on with the task of cleaning up the parts of the machine, by this time I already had the cylinder removed & luckily the engine internals were clean. Zoltan decided he wanted the machine to retain its original patina which made everyone's job a lot easier despite spending more time cleaning & polishing up the paintwork & chrome, already the shopping list had a new muffler on the list along with the piston kit in .5mm oversize & the seat to be sent away for re-covering, the wheel rims were cleaned & polished, spokes given a going over using my air drill with a wire brush bit which was their lot for the evening.

I sorted out my German army flecktarn camouflage tent with a lightweight groundsheet for them, checked it over & lashed each half onto the combination rear mudguard/luggage carrier on both mountain bikes, 2 British army 24 hour ration packs each & my British army number seven gasoline stove with a litre of fuel as they would be spending the rest of the week in the New Forest & the tent will conceal their sexual activities provided they kept quiet. Jordan was also staying the night as he was meeting Jane's flight early in the morning with Luke so I bedded them both together in a double bed whilst Jimmy & Zoltan bedded in mine, both couples had quickie sex pounding their cocks into each others pussy holes, filling each other with spunk & Luke certainly gave Jordan a most memorable fucking before everyone dozed off.

It really was hustle & bustle for Luke & Jordan the following morning as Jane's aircraft was due to land at 6 am, they didn't bother with showers or breakfasts just grabbing slices of cake & taking along a bottle of Old Jamaica ginger beer before leaving in the Volkswagen beetle, it was only later that the realization of them having goofed struck home when my mobile phone rang & before I could grab it, the vibrating phone once again fell off the bedside cabinet, when I did finally answer it, Jane said. "Tom, sorry to bother you at this hour, can you come to the airport right away as there's not enough room for our luggage & both mountain bikes in Jordan's Volkswagen."

I cursed like hell that no one had foresaw this, but there again, how was I to know they were bringing two mountain bikes over on the aircraft, I had to leave Linda all alone in the house whilst I went to collect the bikes, I met them at the set down point, quickly opened the tailgate & Jordan threw both dismantled & packed mountain bikes & her luggage into the back of the Cortina estate, shut the tailgate, gave the car a tap & I was off back home leaving Jordan, Luke & his mum to arrive later in the Volkswagen beetle, they arrived about 20 minutes later, quickly unloaded the Cortina estate & Luke & Jordan unpacked & reassembled the mountain bikes, test rode them to the local shops and brought back a 3 litre bottle of coke, we barely had enough time for our coffees when the builders knocked on the door so Jordan put Luke's mum's luggage in the boot of the VW and drove him & his mum straight to the island with the bottle of coke, I called Justin's mobile phone asking him to rustle up 3 breakfasts for them and for Rick to Berth the countess at the college's river frontage.

Jimmy & Zoltan left with their rucksacks and the German army flecktarn tent on the mountain bikes for Southampton where they will spend the following days visiting museums and places of interest. The train stopped at Southampton Parkway, the stop for Southampton airport & Jimmy pointed to the airport saying. "That's where the prototype Spitfire K5054 flew from in 1936; our first port of call is the Southampton hall of aviation where you will get up close to a spitfire."

"Your internet has provided us with a wealth of knowledge which the ship has uploaded and beamed back to our planet through a gate hole, I've watched loads of movies including `The first of the few' and I would definitely love to watch one fly," "Zoltan, you won't have to wait long to see one as this year is the 70th anniversary of the Spitfire."

After leaving the train at Southampton Central, they rode up the hill to the big roundabout, turned right and using the tourist map arrived at Ocean village near to where the aircraft museum is situated spending the best part of the day inside the museum, after leaving the museum, they looked at the Calshot spit lightship when Zoltan spotted it right beside the marina beside the steps, Zoltan gazed at the memorial plaque, erected in memory of the SS Konigin Luise, the last First World War Australian troopship to leave our shores bound for Melbourne, these moments became poignant for Zoltan, young men from halfway round the world who answered the call to arms of the mother country in what was supposed to be the war to end all wars when he spoke, "These are the lucky ones to return home, what about the thousands who didn't, war is the abomination of all creation, what does it achieve? Yes it proves the point that the aggressor should not win, but look at the cost, your freedom to live in your wonderful country has come at a hell of a price."

They stopped at Holyrood church ruins then cycled through the Bargate along the high street to see the Titanic engineer's memorial in Andrews Park; the memorial displayed a statue of the goddess Nike and carvings representing the engineer officers followed by a visit to the Titanic Musician's memorial to those who played on whilst the ship was sinking .

They rode back down the High street, had a meal at MacDonalds and popped into Frontline army navy store on Bargate Street where Jimmy bought a second gas cylinder for his camp stove, some camper's meal pouches and batteries for their Mini Maglite torches whilst Zoltan bought a used olive green Australian hoochie basha in excellent condition and an Ordnance survey map.

They rode to Southampton Central station and bought tickets for Beaulieu road station, once out of the station they went looking for a place to camp for the night, a look on the map found the woods near the track leaving the town towards Bucklers Hard; this was English woodland at its finest, well kept and steeped in history, it was from these forests that shipwrights built Admiral Nelson's ships at Bucklers Hard taking about a thousand oak trees to build a man of war, great swathes of the New Forest were denuded of trees during those times leaving many large open spaces today.

Once inside the woods Zoltan became entranced by their beauty, everywhere around them was alive, as though the woods had their own spirit, as though the spirits of long dead woodsmen peacefully walked by, their was no malice here, just an everlasting peace when they leaned their bikes against a tree and started to make camp.

Jimmy started heating up 2 sachets of lamb hotpot on the British army number 7 gasoline stove in his large mess tin whilst the cooking smells assaulted both teens nostrils, both ration packs contained tiny bottles of Tabasco sauce which Jimmy emptied into the dish adding spice to their meals, this was followed by a dessert of fruit cocktail from a tin which Jimmy bought from a shop followed by coffee sweetened from a squeeze bottle of honey & whitened from Zoltan's breasts.

They lovingly caressed each other once inside the tent with Jimmy's small Sony world band radio turned down low playing Moma Cass Elliot's And its getting better' followed by Lobo's Me and you and a dog named Boo' & John Mile's `Music.'

Passions ran high between them as Zoltan fed Jimmy his precious milk whilst his cock throbbed powerfully inside his vagina, they had all evening to make love and enjoy sex with each other so they took things nice and slowly at a very unhurried pace until they finally fell asleep.

About 2 in the morning they were woken up by a brilliant white light which illuminated their tent despite the canvas having the ability to block out light as a tactical requirement. Jimmy opened the flaps and saw a triangular shaped craft with 3 lights making a humming noise and shining a powerful light on them as Jimmy screamed out. "Bloody hell, it's a UFO!"

Zoltan quickly took out his phone, pressed a red button and called SOS. Alarm sirens rang out on board the Antares as she started a crash dive re-entry & within minutes she was hovering over the UFO which quickly got the hell out of there. There was a brilliant electric blue flash of light as Zoltan's father now stood before them with both teens stood before him wearing only silky nylon running shorts crying.

He passed Jimmy an identical bracelet to what Zoltan wore and said "3 to beam up," within the next second there was a blinding blue flash & they stood in the transporter room, Jimmy's memories of his previous time on board came flooding back & even his cabin has remained unoccupied since then with his name plate still on the door, this became a welcome back on board the Antares for Jimmy.

Zoltan pressed the keypad to the cabin door opening to a clean room where they both fastened themselves into seats for the flight back into space & despite the thunderous roar from the 4 huge engines outside, all they heard was just a hum & once in space they embraced each other lying on the bed & fell asleep.

They showered, donned spare crew uniforms and went to breakfast escorted by Zena, a blond long haired girl with hair reaching down to her bottom with ample sized breasts with thumb sized nipples tenting out her uniform top aged about 17 to the officer's mess which had a waiter service & it was a huge privilege for both teens to be seated there at a table. Each window was a computer screen generating an image of the sea giving the appearance of sitting in the first class dining room of the Titanic; Zena who's a communications ensign sat with them at the table reading out from the menu and called their orders. Over breakfast they talked about planet earth and Zoltan's stay until the waiter delivered their meals consisting of mixed cereals & raisins in warm milk and slices of the Garden of Eden fruit in juice for dessert washed down with latte coffee followed by Zoltan taking Jimmy on a tour of the ship. Finally their time to leave had arrived as the ship finally took up station for their beam back to earth. They changed back into their running shorts and stood in the transporter room, the operator was told to set the coordinates with the range set minus 3 metres, he had a wicked smile on his face as he said. "Enjoy your morning swim boys," and pressed the button. They screamed as they materialized above the Beauleiu River at Bucklers hard & plunged into the river. They both surfaced & looked around their surroundings puzzled as to which side of the river to swim to as Jimmy called out. "Whose idea of a joke is this? I bet its Zena, that damn girl," Zoltan replied. "She's a mischievous cow but there again she's my cousin." They swam to the riverbank by the historic almshouses, stood on the bank & Jimmy said. "I know where we are as I've been here before with the scouts.

Faced with a 2 mile walk barefoot in just their wet shorts and no towels, they cursed at each other as they walked back to their tent in the cool morning air to find Zena waiting for them sat on a Cannondale mountain bike which was beamed up from a dump & repaired on board the Antares wearing tiny black lycra booty shorts & a crop top in the style of a sports bra with a military green Highlander cadet backpack & a rolled up British army desert camouflage basha kit lashed with bungees onto the combination rear mudguard/luggage carrier laughing at them saying. "You boys enjoy your swim? The captain arranged it & I must say, it's a nice party trick, everyone on board watched you on the video screens & thought it was hilarious, your dad says he wants to use it for swim call," "What!, have us dropping out of the ship into the sea, there's sharks here which kill people," said Zoltan. "Oh, he's got that covered, he just hovers the ship above the swimmers with armed lookouts, anyway, I'm to join you as I'm due loads of R & R & your father wants you to take me to that island of yours."

Jimmy said. "We're just about to strike camp & ride to the National Motor museum." Jimmy noticed the huge bulge in the front of her tiny booty shorts obviously caused by having a decent sized package, Zoltan saw this & said. "Oh Jimmy, I forgot to tell you that Zena's like me, she has both a cock & balls & a pussy," she pulled down her booty shorts & showed Jimmy her cock which is about the same size as Zoltans & said. "Jimmy, this is going up inside your hole tonight."

With the tent & everything packed away, they rode back to Beauleiu & on to the National motor museum spending the day looking at all the exhibits. Sir Malcolm Campbell's Bluebird caught their eye as did Chitty chitty bang bang, they took a ride on the upper floor of the Edwardian bus, had lunch in the café & finally they rode to the station for the train to Southampton Central & changed for a train to Reading from where they cycled to Shiplake arriving after midnight to the Countess waiting at the college's river frontage. Justin had stayed up late to serve their nightcaps of hot oxtail soup on board & as soon as the vessel docked, Zoltan bid them goodnight & rolled out his sleeping bag in the shelter sheet basha leaving both Jimmy & Zena to retire in Rick's double bed on board & within minutes, Zena's huge cock was buried balls deep inside Jimmy's pussy hole as his feet rested on her shoulders.

Zena didn't need any lube pushing her huge cock inside him as she leaks huge amounts of love juices from her cock with the occasional jet flying out, as she pistoned into him, her vaginal juices were dripping down onto the floor & her breasts were also leaking with her milk, they were both moaning loudly & she sometimes wanked his cock or played with his nipples, within minutes the entire bedroom was reeking of sex which on a canal boat, isn't a large room by any standards.

She built up to her simultaneous orgasms when her vaginal fluids cascaded out down her legs onto the floor as her huge cock expanded and violently twitched inside him & screamed as huge jets of her spunk gushed into him with loud moans from him as he felt each gush flooding into him.

They changed positions & Jimmy pushed his cock into her rear pussy hole which went straight in, as he thrust into her, spunk ran out of his teen pussy hole onto the floor, within minutes she built up to another orgasm as more vaginal fluids gushed out of her & several more gushes of spunk shot out of her cock plastering her face as her wildly clamping rear pussy hole working its magic on his cock taking him over the edge & flooding her chute as she writhed & screamed in ecstacy.

It was left to Jimmy to clean up the mess then both left the countess totally naked with Jimmy leading her to the swimming hole tree, he stepped on first & dived into the backwater followed by Zena diving in.

They trod water thoroughly enjoying their night time skinny dip washing all their fluids off them & pushing the last of each others spunk into the water, she opened her vagina with her fingers letting the water wash it out then both swam around the island talking whilst swimming breast stroke finally exiting the water at the swimming hole tree & falling into a lovers embrace as they dried off in the night air.

Belinda woke early the next morning with the satisfying fullness of her son's rock hard cock inside her, Justin was already awake preparing breakfasts ready to cook on the British army field kitchen when a topless sleepy headed Zena came out of the countess wearing only her tiny lycra booty shorts seeing Justin busy preparing meals wearing only his black speedos when he looked up to her asking. "Who are you?" "The name's Zena, I returned last night with Jimmy & Zoltan," as she showed him her bracelet, Justin replied. "Welcome to our island but I wish someone had told me that I was cooking for one more, it just upsets things a little," "All right, I'll give you a hand," said Zena.

She made short work of opening the catering size tin of baked beans, cracked all the eggs ready for frying into a large dish into metal rings, sliced up the black pudding, lit the barbecue & placed all the bacon slices on the grill, lit the fire & placed the dixie of water on to boil, Justin looked at her in astonishment saying. "I've never seen anything like it, you worked so damn fast, yet so precise, it's as though you were reading my mind, perhaps you should enter the Master chef competition," at which she burst out laughing then gave Justin a hug.

Belinda stood at the head of the queue with her son behind her with Zena bidding her a polite good morning as she served her breakfast into a spare set of mess tins & passed her a British Airways cutlery set. She served her son & Justin said. "You two love bunnies will have your breakfasts on board the countess."

Zoltan stood behind them served by Justin who also directed him on board the countess followed by Jimmy whilst the rest of us ate our breakfasts within the camping area with Zena joining those already on board the vessel after serving herself.

It became a time of writing and answering emails, phone calls and the use of Skype, what surprised me was Zena actually sending emails up to the Antares, 20,000 miles out in space from Rick's computer although she commented on it being really old school as kids from her planet in first school use teletype tablets which can message each other or upload their work to their teachers which comes after they have learned to read and write.

Luke spotted one of Rick's VHS video cassette movies which he loaded into Rick's VCR and pressed the play button. It was The X Files Tempus Fugit (Time flies) where Mulder (David Duchovny) & Scully (Gillian Anderson) investigate the downing of Flight 549, their investigations lead them to a crashed UFO underwater, an alien abductee, the loss of 8 minutes of time, the examination of the aircraft wreck finally leading up to a UFO opening the aircraft door with a tractor beam and removing a person carrying a package in a green bag, this aircraft lands safely and when asked about the FBI's person of interest, Mulder replies. "He caught the connecting flight."

Both Zoltan & Zena said it was an excellent movie which is certainly both Luke's & my favourite from the X files which has a lot of twists & Luke is a big fan of the X files. Luke set up Rick's PS2 for Grand theft auto San Andreas for 2 persons and both him & Zena played the game rather well, especially Zena as this games console to her was particularly old school even though she loved the game & became addicted to it beating Luke who's an excellent player on the final scores & took him to Rick's double bed for mid morning sex.

Luke lay on the bed whilst Zena straddled him cowgirl fashion taking all 8 inches of his teen schoolboy cock inside her vagina & riding him hell for leather with all 9 inches of her cock waving like a wand spewing out her love juices whilst breast milk trickled out of her nipples, she squeezed them regularly coaxing squirts of milk out like water pistols which Luke scooped up with his fingers & licked, within minutes she had her first simultaneous orgasm as Luke flooded her pussy with a huge load of spunk followed by their cum leaking back out past his cock as her cock blasted spunk everywhere as well as her breast milk squirting out, so intense was her orgasms, she was screaming her head off & by now everyone on the island were used to such performances.

With Luke having filled her with spunk, it was his mum's turn to ride Zena cowgirl fashion & she kept having orgasm after orgasm as she rode her huge cock, by now the bed was becoming seriously stained with the fluids of sex & Zena's cock flooded another huge load into her pussy whilst vaginal fluids squirted out all over her legs onto the bed as she held her breasts squirting breast milk with well aimed squirts at Luke's mum after which it was shower time.

After their showers, Zena boarded the countess & her gaze fell on Rick's Hacker Herald radio, Luke switched it on & she said. "Oh my god, that's such a lovely song, who's the singers?" I was sat by Rick's computer scouring ebay and replied.

"That's Starland Vocal Band singing Afternoon Delight, it was a big hit in the 1970's & it's so nice to hear it again as it's a real memory jerker." John Mile's Music' played next and the record which had us laughing our heads off was Ray Stevens The Streak' followed by The Seekers `Sparrow song' it's certainly another one I haven't heard in a long time & gave my memory a good prod.

I returned to the house taking Zoltan, Zena and Luke with his mum to check on how the builders were doing and to show them around the house. We arrived around lunchtime in the Cortina estate to see the tradesmen all working like Trojans, the house extension was almost finished ready for plastering & wires were poking out of electrical boxes fastened into the bare walls, the windows were already in place with the conservatory. The extension would give us 2 extra bedrooms & another one with the loft extension, although the place still looked like a building site, the house was taking shape nicely & with the power still off, we went to MacDonalds for lunch.

After lunch, I parked in the town's multi storey car park & led them to the Village centre where I bought Luke's mum a British Army basha with poles and para cord, German lightweight groundsheet, cadet rucksack, water bottle & mug, sleeping bag, mess tins &c from the army surplus stall & Four Points for a few bits & pieces when I received a text from Bletchley Park with another set of lotto cracker numbers for the coming Saturday draw, with our track record of wins, especially with the number in the area, I bought the ticket & passed it to Zena.

I decided to visit John at Reading Wreckers and let Zena drive the car. They have car simulators on her planet & she certainly drove the old girl nicely. Fortunately her documentation showed her as living on board London Pride which proved a bonus as she could base her bank account at Henley on Thames for which the post office proved most suitable & after visiting John, she drove to Henley & opened her account.

I called Justin to let him know we were on our way back to Shiplake finally arriving by the college's boathouse to board the countess at the river frontage & finally arrive at the island.

Vivian called me asking for a lift to London's Heathrow airport in the morning having got wind of a Shelby Mustang replica up for auction at R M Auctions at Monterey, California, this premier event is held every August at the golf course. I thought to myself. `Vivian, why are you doing this? You're swanning off to buy another car again & leaving the shop right in the middle of the busiest time of year when Dorian's shop is opening that weekend, the whole crew will be busting their guts that day & you're leaving us in the lurch.' I seriously needed to have a pop at him about this, Jimmy overheard my conversation saying. "Look Tom, he doesn't have to catch that flight, all he has to do is take my bracelet and wait with Zena at the back of Dorian's shop by the canal, as long as they're around there after work, the ship will just beam them up & plonk them down near the auction site, it will still be morning in California." "Jimmy, that's a cracker of an idea, Vivian, have you got that, cancel your flight now for god's sake as you're going for a ride on the Antares & get your arse over here now!"

Vivian drove over straight away in the Honda dealer's pick up, parked at the college's boathouse and rode to the island on the shop's mountain bike and locked it up against a tree, as he only wore a tee shirt & shorts, he took them off, packed them into a large Ziploc bag with his shoes & socks & swam across to the island in the nude without caring who may be watching, borrowed a towel to dry himself off, got dressed & entered the countess asking. "What's all this about a ride on the Antares?" I said. "It's Jimmy's idea, he'll loan you his bracelet & when we finish work, both yourself & Zena will have a shower, get changed & wait at the back of Dorian's workshop by the canal with your passports, overnight bags, mobile phones & bankers cards, from there you'll be beamed aboard & beamed down near the auction site giving you plenty of time to check over the car before the auction starts."

"That is definitely a good idea which saves loads of time which means I will be around for the opening of the other shop, I'll give the vehicle shippers a call asking them to have someone meet me there on the day."

I said. "That's settled then." Vivian had to leave to return to the shop & Rick ferried him across in the countess's dinghy.

Over the next few days, the whole crew worked tirelessly getting the shop ready for the grand opening; Dorian had the Suzuki TR750 rolling frame reassembled by Ryan & Zoltan whilst Jordan reassembled the bottom half of the engine in the engine stand leaving some components on a nearby table with the exhausts, the fuel tank, panels & fairing on another & finally roped off that area of the workshop, Rob sorted out the computers, Vivian the parts & accessories, myself the workshop with Mark from the film crew who brought along his BSA Gold star as an exhibit, Damian, Ollie, Luke & Kelly were cleaning & polishing bikes whilst both Linda & Belinda kept the coffees on the go & both Sam & Wayne were performing their engineering skills on things like engine cases to demonstrate helicoil, Time-Sert & bronze insert thread repairs with an assortment of stainless steel parts Sam made for the TR750, all of which was done to showcase the shop. Even the vintage Suzuki keys weren't forgotten as one of our customers brought along a small display cabinet to display the keys & the key cutting machines.

Both the Honda XL250 Motosport & the Honda XR250 were brought to the Honda shop for display along with both Jane's & Linda's BSA bantams whilst John's, Jordan's father's & Mark's bantams were brought to the other shop for display. We worked hard like well oiled machines & the whole plan came together leaving only a phone call to book the caterer which was Vicky's department & she organized the caterer from the leisure centre. Of course I couldn't leave out Justin who Vicky collared to join the catering team which would be the first time he's slaved over a hot stove in something other than speedos.

The opening of the Suzuki shop proved to be quite an event although the caterers were flat out knocking up hamburgers, hot dogs, toasted sandwiches, cold drinks & tea & coffee by the gallon. As fast as one urn of coffee was made, the other one became empty & their ice machine was constantly on the go making ice balls for the cold drinks.

Bikers came & went all the time, sometimes in droves & judging by their comments, we had done a good job of preparing our exhibits. Throughout the day we were answering loads of questions on technical related matters for these old bikes, our spare parts order book was filling up; the workshop was being booked up solid for weeks ahead & whatever parts & accessories we had were flying out the door. Old Sam was busy making up control cables, mostly from patterns which customers had brought with them & even Luke surprisingly quickly grasped how to cut vintage Suzuki keys using either a key cutting machine & guide/depth keys or a Curtis No 15 key clipper either to a customer's code or to a pattern which the customer supplied which was a lot easier & surprisingly he only got one double sided key wrong which wasn't his fault, he had cut the key correctly to the code number stamped on the key with the key clipper which Dorian found out later was incorrectly stamped at the factory, he only found that out when the customer mailed his original key to the shop, he decoded it and found the code which it should have been, cut his replacement keys & mailed them back to him. That key had displayed its incorrect code for over 30 years, Dorian took a photo on a sheet of paper displaying both the correct code & the original code with the cut dimensions & emailed it off to Suzuki who sent out 2 genuine blanks by return with a letter of apology.

Meanwhile at the Honda shop, I was inundated with MOT tests, some of which were customers from the Suzuki shop whilst both Rob & Zena kept the computers running. Arne, Jordan, Ryan & Jimmy were bogged down with service work whilst Damian got on with the tyre changes & Linda got on with cutting customers Honda keys with the Honda shop's key clipper. How we got through the day was a miracle beyond belief, everything was just a blur & by day's end I had set a personal best record of 18 MOT tests in the one day.

We had to get on with the tasks of putting all the bikes away & both Vivian & Zena showered & changed into fresh clothes, Zena wore a pair of skin tight white jeans displaying her huge cock bulge & a sleeveless blue sheer nylon top showing her see through bra & tented out by her huge nipples whilst Vivian wore a tee shirt and Levi jeans They hefted their day sack rucksacks & Vivian picked up his briefcase containing their documents & his laptop whilst Zena's laptop shoulder bag contained a cutting edge Tokyo Spider laptop, both the laptop's lid & the bag displayed the company's famous black widow spider with the red rising sun logo on the spider's back, also contained was the entire communications package capable of untraceable off the grid communications & free hacked GSM or satellite phone calls anywhere in the world.

They stood at the rear of the workshop building beside the canal when Zena's mobile phone rang with Zoltan's father on the other end asking if they're ready, Zena replied yes and the next second there was a brilliant electric blue flash & they disappeared right in front of a teenage boy riding along the towpath on his mountain bike which seriously freaked him out & frightened him thinking some sort of death ray had vaporized them as he rode away screaming in panic.

The next second they appeared in the transporter room on board the Antares 20,000 miles out in space, an hour wasn't enough time for Zena to give Vivian a tour of the ship so they went to the officer's mess hall for a meal. He was astounded by the ship and couldn't believe his eyes when he walked down the grand staircase into the first class dining area of the Titanic which is the officer's mess hall where they ate their meals.

An hour later they entered the transporter room after studying aerial views of the auction site at Monterey, Vivian selected an area at the rear of the buildings by the dumpsters, the co-ordinates were set and a huge brilliant electric blue flash erupted behind the dumpsters only for them to walk out to a waiting cop who drew his gun shouting. "Freeze!"

He ordered them to stretch over the bonnet of their car whilst his partner looked on quickly finding both of them unarmed.

He demanded to know what caused the flash & Vivian replied. "I was unpacking the camera, put the batteries in the flashgun, waited for it to charge up, hit the test button & it exploded, if you check my documentation, it will confirm that we're here for the car auctions." Vivian produced the documents & his passport saying. "This is Zena my personal assistant," the cop gazed at her form noticing her huge cock bulge saying. "You're one of those she males; I must say you're the prettiest one I've ever seen."

After running a radio check the cop said. "Immigration has you down as having left the US even though your visa is current meaning you have every entitlement to be here."

"They must have loused it up, probably a glitch in the computer system, we're here hoping to come away with the Shelby GT500 Mustang,"

"Nice car, even though it's a professionally built replica, I've seen it myself; good luck & have a nice day."

Vivian's mobile phone rang with the shipping agent on the line asking him to meet him in the cafeteria. They entered the building & within minutes they met at a table where Vivian ordered their coffees & after having discussed his requirements with the shipping agent's representative went over to view the car & there was no doubting this one was as close to the real deal as was possible, so much so that Carroll Shelby himself came to view the car. The build quality of this car was absolutely stunning especially as it had all the correct period parts and Mr. Shelby's signature took pride of place on the dashboard along with the Shelby badges on the steering wheel and the centre console.

A signboard beside the car listed the total specifications for a car which started life as a 1968 Ford Mustang S code GT Coupe powered by a 390 cu in V8 in Acapulco blue with a black interior.

The specifications list read like a who's who in the world of Ford Mustangs with the heading. Replica Shelby GT500 experimental coupe' & in brackets underneath Black Widow.'

The list started with a tuned F E 428 cu in police interceptor engine sporting alloy cylinder heads with a lumpy camshaft, Sealed power forged alloy 10.5 to 1 pistons breathing in through dual quad Holley carburetors mounted onto an Edelbrock manifold & out through Hooker headers onto an S/S dual exhaust system with Magnaflow mufflers with twin outlet exhaust tips on both sides sparked by a breaker less distributor driving through a Ford C 6 automatic transmission onto Shelby 10 spoke alloy wheels with 2-45 x 15 front & 2-65 x 15 rear B F Goodrich T A tyres with raised white letters.

The car was in the GT 500 KR (King of the road) colour scheme of black with a white stripe above the chrome moulding with a deluxe black interior. The Shelby front bodywork had louvers on the bonnet & an identical rear end to the GT California Special with 1965 Ford Thunderbird tail lights.

To handle the bumps, there's a four link rear suspension with adjustable coil over Koni shock absorbers & one inch anti sway bars front & rear & the rear brakes were converted to disc brakes.

This car was certainly drawing in the crowds, camera flashes were going off 19 to the dozen and fortunately the builders were there to answer questions other than what is stated on the board. There were whispers that the car could realize half a million dollars with rumours abound that this would be the only replica built by this company which would wear the Shelby badges and have a build certificate endorsed and signed by Carroll Shelby.

It was now a waiting game until the car came up for auction.

Other cars on display in the car park were an immaculately restored 1955 Porshe Spyder like the car James Dean owned with a college student look-alike dressed similar to him sporting his hairstyle as a homage to the famous movie star. Another stunning vehicle was a lengthened Duesenberg speedster housing a Packard 3A-2500 V-12 liquid cooled PT boat marine engine with exhaust stubs protruding from the sides of the bonnet. On display was the armoured 1930 Cadillac Series 452 V-16 Imperial sedan once owned by Al Capone which was brought here on display as an exhibit and not for sale? Both men with the car were dressed in period suits and one openly carried a de-commissioned Tommy gun incapable of firing adding to the gangster look from prohibition times.

The car park had the air of an open air vintage and classic car gathering which included famous racing cars and another area was set aside for the motorcycle gathering which on the whole made for a very interesting day.

The Shelby Mustang replica came up for auction late in the day and bidding was fierce, the 100,000 dollar mark was reached within minutes and started slowing down towards 200,000 dollars, the next quarter of an hour saw it slowly creep up past 300,000 dollars when the bidding increments became smaller & bids became spaced out until it stalled around 330,000 dollars, the hammer was about to fall on 350,750 dollars when Vivian shouted 400,000 dollars.

A deathly silence fell in the auction room; some bidders were talking on their cell phones & this became a time when someone from afar would counter his bid. Gradually those bidders on cell phones were moving their heads in gestures of refusal, the seconds seemed like hours, time seemed to freeze, the auctioneer asked 3 times if there was any advance on 400,000 dollars, the room remained silent and the final fall of the hammer made Vivian the proud owner of the Shelby Mustang as both him & Zena hugged each other at his victory in the auction hall.

Wayne Carini, a famous connoisseur of classic cars was also present at the auction and spoke to Vivian congratulating him on winning the auction, Wayne chases cars all over the US & buys them for restoration & resale, his name is well known in these circles & he asked Vivian to sit in the driver's seat which he allowed. They struck up a long conversation which impressed Wayne with his encyclopedic knowledge of American Fords. Vivian recounted the story of his previous car, the Plymouth Barracuda having done well on the resale. It was time for the car to be driven the short distance to the shipping container at the corner of the car park, he drove it into the container, filled out the forms, watched the doors closed & sealed & the container lifted by a large crane onto a flatbed semi trailer truck was about on its journey to Blighty when the DMV (Department of motor vehicles) turned up to inspect the car.

Vivian watched with a huge frown on his face as the container was unloaded and opened. He called the auction company's lawyer demanding to know what the hell's going on and to get his butt over here now. Fortunately Wayne Carini was nearby to hear the commotion & intervened. They watched with baited breath as two inspectors went right through the car & didn't like the fact that the VIN plate was re-riveted onto the body which was photographed with a digital camera. Wayne explained to the inspectors that it is normal practice to re-rivet a VIN plate during total restorations, as he is recognized as a consultant in his field his opinion was heeded, (almost). The lawyer turned up & Wayne explained what had happened. The sticking point became the re-riveted VIN plate which became another issue as the customs may well not permit the vehicle to be shipped & had already been notified as were the LAPD stolen vehicle squad which meant the car was going there instead, all the lawyer could do was to secure an undertaking to refund Vivian's money should the vehicle prove to be stolen. It became a waiting game to see what would happen to the car, meanwhile all Vivian & Zena could do was take a cab to a nearby hotel as they were both dog tired from jet lag. Before Vivian went to sleep, he called me using Zena's Tokyo spider asking if any of us had bought a lottery ticket using the numbers from lotto cracker.

It had been such a busy day at both shops that none of us thought about buying any tickets, I asked Vivian to check his pockets & he too hadn't bought one, he explained what happened & I could see where this was going, there was a strong possibility that he would have to pay a bail bond to leave the US, all I could do was log onto Rick's computer and text him the winning numbers which certainly came up with lotto cracker & call me back in the morning UK time, perhaps we may have a clearer picture of who's bought a ticket.

The rest of us came to the island after our time at both dealers & both Jimmy & Zoltan slept in Rick's bed on board the countess whilst Luke & Belinda slept in Don's bed on board London pride having the most amazing sex between mother & son, his sucking on his mum's breasts started her milk to flow with her love into his belly which always sent him to sleep last thing at night, but not before pounding his huge cock into her pussy giving her 3 tremendous gushing orgasms with her screaming her head off & he certainly could shoot enough huge loads of spunk to satisfy her despite his youth.

These incestuous moments became special on this very night & for a 15 year old to be sporting 8 fat inches of prime teen cock which flooded her with huge cum loads at each one of her orgasms gave her immense pride for her son who could satisfy her lust far better than his father ever could. It was the following morning they woke tightly embraced to each other with his rock hard cock buried balls deep inside her pussy giving her lovely feelings of fullness & his love flowing into her with his pre-cum leaking inside her, she only had to either gently massage or suck on his nipples to trigger his cock into filling her pussy with his load of spunk.

The other mum & son couple enjoying sex that night was Ollie & Linda, their night of passion too was monumental as they fed each other their breast milk & Ollie plowed his huge cock into her pussy right inside our shelter sheet basha & when Ollie orgasmed blasting his huge load of spunk inside her, a huge blast of vaginal fluids erupted from his pussy under his balls adding to the smells of sex wafting around inside the shelter & they too woke up the following morning with his cock buried inside her pussy.

The sun shone brightly that morning & the radio said it was going to be hot, the interior of our shelter sheet basha reeked of sex, sweat and teen boy smells when Justin who was first up (as he's the cook) unpegged the entrance to a whiff of fresh air. Everyone put on their swimsuits & we had our morning swim by the swimming hole tree, I was surprised at how many people were also up this fine morning, there were the usual dog walkers, mountain bikers, runners & even the rowing boats from the college boathouse with their coaching launch putting their young crews through their paces on the main channel. The water really felt warm, due in part to the good weather and the recent storm when Zoltan made his entrance, just like kids, both him & Jimmy were really enjoying themselves & Rick took over watching the food cooking on the British Army field kitchen whilst Justin swam in the water & Don was already warming up the water for our showers. The smiles & happy expressions on both Luke's and Belinda's faces said it all, to think that their lives were hell just days ago & now they're here with all their worries behind them & Luke re-starting school in year 10 less than a month away, I daresay the principal probably has his reasons starting him a year below just like he did with Ollie as Luke really should be entering year 11. The following day is also special for Luke as he'll be having his stitches removed from his stab wound leaving just a small scar, a proud signature of the eminent surgeon who fixed him up for him to display whenever he's shirtless.

Vivian woke up embracing Zena with his huge rock hard cock buried inside her vagina whilst her huge cock leaked her pre-cum everywhere as he drank his morning milk from her breasts, Vivian purposely ordered black coffee with slices of toast brought to their hotel room with the intention of whitening it with Zena's breast milk followed by swimming in the hotel's pool, showers and a full English breakfast. As Zena looked through her handbag, her lottery ticket dropped onto the floor, Vivian picked it up when she said. "That ticket's no good now as I bought it last Wednesday," Vivian noted an anomaly with the ticket asking. "How many draws have you entered with this ticket?" "Just the one, I thought I would give Wednesday a go." "It says here that you have entered 2 draws, one for Wednesday & one for Saturday," "How did that happen? I distinctly remember paying for one draw which won 10 quid." "Zena, that's not all what your ticket won, it's also won last night's big one," "Oh my god, that man in the Indian shop's made a mistake and sold me a ticket for 2 draws".

My phone rang around lunchtime with Zena on the other end from the USA; they were sat in the hotel's garden using the Tokyo Spider set up for Skype. I asked her. "Have you checked for a lottery ticket?" "Yes, it was a stroke of luck too, turns out the man in the shop sold me one for 2 draws by mistake & I've won last night's big one," "What about Vivian, he mentioned something about having to leave a bail bond before coming home," "he's seeing the lawyer this morning & he reckons he can take care of it," There was a silence with background mumbling, she came back on & said. "Vivian reckons their forensic team will probably require the car for about a week, the lawyer has told them to use the most modern non destructive techniques on the car which they have all the gear for anyway, he reckons there's no need to strip any paint &c as all their kit uses X rays plus other pieces of kit which also activates passive transponders, it's not like the old days when they would have to take an entire car to pieces, their technology is that good now," "I take it they won't even scratch his car then," "I doubt if they will, what will take the time is checking all the documents for forgeries, I think this will end up as a fruitless search on their part." After about two hours, Vivian got a call from the lawyer saying that it took less than an hour for forensics to check out the car & all the documents which included both the Marti report & original dealer invoice from Ford proving they were 100% genuine. The DMV inspectors were sent away with fleas in their ears & told not to waste their time, plus the car was now cleared by customs for export, it now remained for the shipper to collect the car.

Vivian made a number of calls & settled up with the lawyer for the good work he's done. They checked out of the hotel & stood in the shade of a large eucalyptus tree as though waiting for a ride, Zena made the call. "Two to beam up," & moments later they were back on board the Antares.

Whilst sat in the officer's mess hall with their coffees, the reality of how dangerous space travel could be hit home when sirens sounded throughout the ship & the captain's voice boomed out. "Battle stations." There was a hubbub of activity throughout the ship, Zena returning to her post leaving Vivian alone in the mess hall frightened for his life.

A junior NCO came for him saying. "Sir, you must come with me to an escape pod," he was led there and told to remain seated. The minutes seemed like hours & he was cowering in fright all alone on board a strange spaceship squaring up for a fight with something unknown far from home when a junior officer came up to Vivian telling him that they have detected a UFO which could be hostile.

Meanwhile Zena worked frantically to open a channel & patch it through to the bridge which took some doing as not everyone out there has standardized their channels & it looked for all the world as though this craft, whoever it may be were certainly not answering their calls, Zena pressed on highly determined to make contact using all the distress channels when finally her screen lit up and she demanded forcibly. "Unidentified craft, what is your business so close to our planet? I am now patching you through to the captain and you can talk with him."

The captain said. "This is no place to start shooting at each other, we're both far from home & right now the Russians have their lasers pointing right this way & they are trigger happy. I am ordering my crew to stand down and I suggest you do the same." The sirens fell silent & the captain announced. "All crew to stand down." The captain's diplomacy was now winning the day as they too stood down; their captain appeared in the transporter room & was escorted to the bridge surprising everyone that he too was a mature human dark haired man wearing a smart uniform when the captain summoned both Zena & Vivian to the bridge.

The ice was rapidly broken as they left for the officer's mess hall to sit at a table for more coffee as both captains & Vivian lovingly described their planets with the meeting ending with an alliance being forged, now there were 2 planetary civilizations sworn to defend the earth against hostile alien threats. Both the Antares & the triangular space craft flew side by side in formation to finally beam down both Vivian & Zena onto the island with a good story to tell & swearing us to secrecy.

Both Wayne & Sam really are assets to the dealership & between them they have carried out some very difficult repairs on bikes, some of which required quite major surgery on engine cases with a welding torch with all the attendant machining & fettling afterwards. After Wayne left the US, his parents went through a divorce after blaming each other for Wayne's lifestyle, his father tried to mould him into a character he never wanted to be in the first place whereas his mother fully supported him followed by blazing rows afterwards & she just had enough of him & walked out.

The court case resulted in her being fleeced totally, due to the lawyer her husband engaged leaving her destitute & up to her eyeballs in debt leaving her no choice but to call collect (reverse charges) to Rick's phone on board the countess. This put him in a very difficult position owing to the college's switchboard being hacked leaving him to pay the bursar for the call.

We really had to accept her call & when she came on the line she was terribly distraught & crying. This became a rescue mission whereby we had to get her onto a flight ASAP; time was of the essence as she was sleeping rough. I gave Wayne the receiver & let them talk whilst I left the vessel to speak with Zoltan.

Having explained her situation to both Zoltan & Zena, he called his father on the Antares who said he would be in position within the hour, after he finished his call; he came out of the vessel crying when Zena said to him.

"Listen Wayne, you haven't got time for crying, you have less than an hour to get yourself with your overnight bag ready for beaming up, take my bracelet & get ready," as she handed him a spare bracelet.

They hugged & kissed each other, then Wayne re-boarded the countess to change out of his swimming trunks into jeans, tee shirt, training shoes & his US MA1 green flight jacket with his green day sack. I ran through his bag checklist with him saying.

"Wayne, this is the rescue mission to bring your mum back home to Blighty, make sure you have your passport, your bank cards, some money, mobile phone, spare watch battery, overnight bag & spare clothes, the ship will drop you as close as possible to your mum, as soon as you find her, sort her out & bring her back home on the first available flight, you must make sure she has either her British passport or a certificate of patriality visa & I'll give Jane a call to see if she can pull any strings at British Airways." "Thank you for doing this for me, how can we ever repay you?" I replied. "What are friends for?"

He stood with Zena on the island's south green whilst we stood watching from the tree line as she started talking to the ship, she shook his hand, said goodbye & ran to the tree line when suddenly there was a blinding electric blue flash & Wayne was gone & there to meet him in the transporter room was the captain.

Wayne's experience of being beamed up far exceeded any fairground or theme park ride as he arrived loudly bellowing out a woo hoo, he was led to the officer's mess hall for coffee & biscuits on a tray to take up to the astrodome from where he could look down on the earth. The Antares flight was going against the earth's rotation into the morning & the dawn when he was led up to the ship's bridge to scan the area where he said to look, the infra red mode soon picked out her sleeping form under a dumpster's tarpaulin cover, his mobile phone was taken from him & beamed down to her then communications rang it & patched the call to the bridge.

She woke from the fog of sleep to see an illuminated mobile phone screen by her face as the phone rang, she sleepily answered it asking. "Who's calling?" "Mum, it's me; Wayne, your son, time to wake up & I'll be seeing you in 5 minutes,"

"How can you, you're in England, whose phone is this & how did it get here?" "Mum, I haven't any time to be answering questions right now, please get yourself up & wait, I'll tell you all about it later," then the call ended.

She sat there holding the phone trying to ponder the events in her mind when suddenly the nearby buildings were illuminated by a brilliant electric blue flash like a thousand Gatso speed cameras going off simultaneously & moment's later Wayne walked round the corner into the dumpster yard saying. "Good morning mum."

The looks of surprise said it all as they hugged each other in a lasting hug kissing passionately as she cried loudly outpouring her troubles as Wayne comforted her when a police car drew up, the driver's window came down & the cop asked. "We've had reports of a flash in the area, have any of you seen it?" Wayne replied as he pointed. "It came from over there, must be a power line or something, I would give the power company a call."

"The woman you're with, she looks like a rough sleeper to me." "Yeah, I've hired others to find her as she's my mom, having found her, I'm taking her home." "It's good to see that you care, have a nice day," & the police car left.

It was early morning in LA when she gathered up her few remaining possessions & they both walked to a nearby diner for breakfast, only to have her entry refused as she stank through being unwashed & worn her clothes for days, yet beneath the soiled rags, dirty skin, matted hair & the smell was an attractive 38 year old woman.

So infuriated by the diner's attitude to his mom, Wayne had one ace up his sleeve contained in his rucksack, he took out his plastic plate & British Airways cutlery set & laid them on the counter saying.

"Buster, there is no excuse for you not to serve my mom with her breakfast as a takeaway." This surprised the man serving him & motivated by a few dollars he served up 2 breakfasts to be ate outside, Wayne also had sachets of salt, pepper & sauces from MacDonald's in a plastic container adding nice touches to his mum's breakfast.

After returning his plate & cutlery & giving the man 5 dollars to wash his plastic plate & cutlery, they walked to the beach to wash his mum in the sea, not having her swimsuit, Wayne took out his speedos & a black tee shirt for her to change into & retain her modesty whilst she sat in the sea leaving the waves to wash over her & finish her wash standing under a beach shower, after drying off she changed into his spare tee shirt & shorts leaving his speedos on as underwear which dried quickly under the shorts making her more presentable & threw whatever clothes she wore into a dumpster. Wayne hailed a cab to the nearest Walmart for a shopping spree buying a full set of clothes & a suitcase sufficient for the flight to the UK.

Jane called Wayne's mobile phone with both her arriving flight & their departure flight details. She had recently been promoted to a senior stewardess position & used up some of her holiday allowance for the flights which she booked & paid for the 3 seats aided by lotto cracker. They had another 2 days in LA so Wayne called Leon's mobile phone & they took a cab to the block of flats, a good move as he still had a key to Sam's flat which has remained empty since leaving for the UK.

Leon met them outside the flats & Wayne embraced & kissed the powerfully build 40 year old Hispanic & just like old times both their rock hard cocks ground into each other, the sight of which had Wayne's mum's pussy thoroughly wetting his speedos & when Leon embraced her, she experienced ecstacy as those wonderful electric feelings coursed throughout her body with her nipples hardening & tingling as they tented out both her new Walmart bra & summer dress as her pubis felt Leon's cloth covered monster cock hard against her & with Leon's love of wearing nylon swimming trunks as underwear, his foreskin peeled back as his cock fully hardened & with those sensual feelings of his twitching cock against the silky nylon & memories of amazing sex he had on numerous occasions with her, lust coursed through him & just like a teenager, huge blasts of spunk erupted into his trunks permeating through both his trousers & her summer dress as his wildly twitching cock triggered her orgasm as huge gushes erupted from her pussy soaking Wayne's speedos, her summer dress & trickling down her legs not having had sex for a long time.

Leon passed Wayne the top up chips for Sam's flat's gas & electric meters & they entered the flat with Wayne's key, he pushed the top up chips into their respective ports topping up both meters by a few dollars, entered the bedroom gazing in delight at the double bed, stripped naked & shared a long hot shower followed by Wayne painstakingly drying out & combing all the knots out from her hair & throwing their cum soaked clothes into the washing machine.

Sam's flat was just how he left it looking like a veritable time capsule, the only thing missing was his beloved Indian Scout, now parked inside Dorian's workshop in the UK, the books contained a lifetime of information dating back a century, there was a large folder containing all Sam's trade & professional contacts & even both his PC & laptop were in place on his desk. Wayne ordered two king prawn special fried rice dishes with soy sauce from a Chinese take away on his mobile phone having found their menu on the desk & the meals arrived 15 minutes later which are the equal to a top Chinese restaurant or those cooked by either Rick or Justin back on the island,

The rest of the evening was spent watching a couple of movies on the TV before snuggling up to each other in bed. There's an old saying that a man spends 9 months coming out of a hole & the rest of his life going back in & this was certainly the case with Wayne as her motherly love guided his huge rock hard cock inside her leaking pussy, her son was so passionate with his lovemaking, his loving caresses awoke long lost passions in her, his huge twitching cock gave her unbelievable feelings of fullness, her whole body tingled with electricity, her large nipples became rock hard sending awesome sensations to her pussy & tingled with lovely sensations waiting for him to suckle them & within moments of him sucking her nipples she screamed the flat down as a tremendous orgasm racked through her & the last time she experienced one like it was when she was a teenager with a boy of 15.

Her sex life had been in the doldrums since then, it was either a quickie with a teenage boy, her husband or many men afterwards & none of them brought her to those heights of orgasmic bliss. Her son was truly special especially to be returning a whole lifetime of his love during these special moments, his balls tingled intensely as they churned up a huge load of spunk to blast out from his cock with love & despite his efforts to control it, the intensity of his orgasm had him screaming his head off as the powerful pulses from his squirting cock banging against her vaginal wall & blasting huge fire hose gushes of spunk into her with his love. This was truly her best fuck in over 20 years & the upshot of this was he would be the only one to have sex with her from now on as they reaffirmed a love pact between them before finally falling asleep in a lovingly deep afterglow & she knew in her own mind that their love child's life started inside her as he spoke out to her in a lovely dream.

Jane arrived the following morning wearing her British Airways uniform having slept on the flight in time for breakfast. Inside her shoulder bag were a bag full of small brown bread rolls, butter portions, one of the first jars of honey from the island's bee hive, a bag full of British Airways coffee & a carton of breast milk cheese. After introductions, Wayne said to his mum. "Jane's brought over some of our local delicacies from the island, the coffee; butter portions & the rolls are courtesy of the airline, the honey is the first batch from the island & you can't get a more natural whitener than breast milk from which the cheese is also made."

She looked in surprise at Jane when Wayne said. "Mum, you fed me your breast milk during my earliest days of life, what's right for an infant is also right for adults & children except the world doesn't see it that way but both Jane & I know different as do the rest of our group on the island," After making the coffees sweetened with the honey & whitening them from her own breasts, buttering the rolls served with generous portions of cheese, she looked aghast as she watched her son wolf down 2 rolls before drinking his coffee.

She cautiously tucked into her roll then wolfed it down before taking a huge sip of coffee before saying. "This is very good, I would have thought this was kinky to say the least but there is definitely a good method to your madness, the sooner we fly the better things will be for both of us."

Jane said. "I must check your passport & any other documents you have & then re-confirm our flight bookings," Wayne's mum brought out her handbag taking out her birth certificate, California driving licence, passport &c, Jane looked at them saying. "All in order, you're good to go," she checked Wayne's British passport which was in order, phoned the airline to confirm their bookings & handed them their tickets saying. "We're leaving on tonight's redeye special to London."

She took out a DVD & loaded it onto the player; this one showed the whole group on the island with shots of both the Countess of Clewer & London pride, jumping, leaping & diving off the swimming hole tree & Rick washing them down with the stirrup pump, shots of the motorcycles, Jordan driving the VW Beetle, Vivian on both the Honda CR750 & the Rob North Honda CR750, 836cc in the red, white & blue Honda Britain race colours, Ryan & Jimmy pulling wheelies on the Honda XR250 & Yamaha XT500, John at Southend airport with the Qantas Boeing 707, Justin cooking meals on the British Army field kitchen wearing only his speedos, Ollie, Luke, Zoltan, Zena, Damian & Jimmy larking around on their mountain bikes, the interior of my garage with the motorcycles & my rather beaten up Cortina estate, Linda riding her Honda XL250 Motosport & Sam riding his beloved Indian Scout. The DVD brought tears to her eyes, tears of happiness & joy with her life taking a turn for the better, we had rescued her & British Airways was finally bringing her home.

The minutes seemed to pass by slowly until the cab arrived taking them to the airport, the check in went smoothly & Wayne was questioned about his previous departure despite his documents being in order. They had a last coffee in the departure lounge before finally boarding the aircraft.

Wayne's mum heaved a huge sigh of relief as the Boeing 747-400 finally left the ground holding her son's hand leaving all her past & her troubles behind her with all her bad debts totaling thousands of dollars & putting behind the memories of her now divorced husband who became the most evil person on the planet engaging a top lawyer to secure the house & all her assets which she tried contesting to no avail & he had even sold her Cadillac Allante on a one cent auction on ebay & making sure that's all the winning bidder paid by refunding his money minus one cent knowing he was disposing of a nice car easily worth more than a thousand dollars plus just to spite her, she now had an insignificant piece of paper in her handbag which Wayne slipped in there making her more money than her wildest dreams which her evil husband stood no chance of gaining access to, it was a lottery ticket for the next Saturday's draw with the numbers picked by the Colossus computer at Bletchley Park & verified on Rob's laptop. She had a wry smile on her face knowing the ticket was safely tucked inside her handbag.

The aircraft landed at New York's JFK airport for its final stop before flying across the Atlantic to London's Heathrow Airport where a tired looking trio finally walked out pushing a luggage trolley thus making the flight living up to its name. Waiting to collect them was Jordan in Jane's BMW who drove straight to the college boathouse & boarded the countess for the final leg to the island. Justin was on hand to serve up their bowls of chicken & vegetable soup followed by Wayne sleeping with his mum in Rick's double bed & Jane sleeping on board London pride.

Meanwhile John was at Southend Airport overseeing the final preparations for the first of a series of test flights for the Boeing 707, what took a lot of doing on his part was having both Zoltan & Zena on board & having came from the other side of space & time, theirs was certainly a deserving cause to be on board this aircraft.

Jordan rose at 5.30 am, went for a quick swim in the river, showered himself with the stirrup pump, dried off & cooked their breakfasts wearing only his still wet speedos whilst both Zoltan & Zena showered each other. After breakfast, all 3 changed into white jeans & tee shirts wearing their jackets for the ride in the countess's British Seagull powered dinghy to the college's river frontage owing to the cool morning air. Jordan started up the BMW letting the engine warm up with the heater set to maximum whilst he wiped the dew off the windows with a small squeegee. With the car's interior warming up, they took off their jackets before entering the car for the drive to Southend.

They arrived to see the aircraft wired up to the engine starting cart & a fuel truck refueling the aircraft whilst the captain & John walked around for part the pre flight checks, with refueling complete, the captain checked the fuel truck's meters, signed off the fuel uplift & started one engine to supply power throughout the aircraft, more checks were carried out with the control surfaces, lights, secure hatches, engine cowlings &c &c before shutting the engine down.

More checks were carried out on the flight deck & clearance to start the engines & taxi, the trio now boarded the aircraft to sit in the front right seats in first class with Zoltan taking the window seat, (the same seat John sat in as a teenage boy during the descent into Melbourne's Essendon Airport almost 40 years ago)

With all 4 engines idling, the aircraft was towed out & released from the tow tractor, now under her own power this beautiful aircraft taxied out to the runway sounding like an old car on a bumpy road with the wings flexing with the bumps, it had been parked at Southend for several years & the 10 million pound restoration restored this Australian national treasure to its former glory bearing its original 1959 Qantas livery, its original name `City of Canberra' & the registration VH-XBA. Once on the runway, its 4 Pratt & Whitney JT3D-1 turbofans powered up with the aircraft's brakes still applied whilst John checked the flight engineer's panel looking for any anomalies, everything was looking good for take off, the trio were finally told to check their seat belts, the brakes were released & the engines powered up to a deafening crescendo as the aircraft accelerated down the runway with the rumbling noises in the cabin becoming louder when the aircraft left the runway & climbed skywards.

Zoltan became exhilarated like a child as he gazed at the wing flexions & engines waggling on their pylons as the aircraft encountered light bumps flying through the clouds & Zena too was exhilarated as she craned her neck to look out of the window as the Essex coastline passed by which were special moments which would last them their lifetimes with memories to pass down to their offspring. Jordan took out his camcorder & started filming; he too was exhilarated at the flight having flown a lot on holiday charter flights mainly to the Greek island of Crete & spent his time partying at Malia with teenagers from all over the UK with no shortage of sex & in many ways he wished the aircraft was flying to Crete, instead the aircraft's flight was over the North sea at 24,000 feet.

After an hour it was Zena's task to serve the mid morning snacks, each person was served a Ginsters Cornish pasty with fruit juice & a cup of coffee poured from a serving pot thankful that the galley's cooking apparatus had remained on board & worked perfectly, one of the pilots was served a chicken & vegetable pasty owing to the rule of both pilots not eating the same meal. 2 hours had passed by when the aircraft started descending into Southend for a smooth landing with a final swansong from the engines as reverse thrust was deployed to halt the aircraft which taxied back to its parking slot to a fire engine water salute. After leaving the aircraft they returned to the island in the BMW to greet Wayne & his mum who had a good lie in & finally got out of bed around lunchtime.

There was another task to be carried out during that week, John's BMW motorcycle required crating up for its journey to Australia which owing to the planned departure of the Boeing 707 in December, right in the middle of the Australian summer, he would understandably want his motorcycle ready & waiting for him so my first job is to ride it to Dorian's workshop where it would be crated up & shipped. I returned to the house to finalize things with the builders who had completed their work leaving me to inspect their work, sign it off & finally pay them, they had done a fantastic job on the extension, there were more bedrooms for everyone & yet everyone still wanted to remain on the island, understandable as the weather was nice & sunny although the new school year wasn't far off, something which the media reminded everyone about with all the back to school adverts.

Rob had done a brilliant job on the Honda dealer's computer system by adding the MOT test record with a programme which alerted us a month before a test was due to expire as well as sending out text message alerts to customers, this was working brilliantly as we were seeing the majority of our customers returning the following year, this left a list of customers names & fixed line phone numbers to call & on this list was the old guy with the ex military WW2 BSA M20, Vivian was making the calls that morning & when he rang the number, all he got was a number unobtainable tone.

Damian had a lot of time on his hands & I asked him to ride over & check his house out, having arrived there, he read the notice on the door & luckily he photographed it with his camera phone. On his return I loaded the photo onto my computer, read the notice & called the number which was answered by his son who gave me the bad news that his father was hospitalized after sufferering a severe stroke & wasn't fit to be discharged home resulting in him being discharged into the care of social services & placed in a care home. This really was sad as I liked the old gent having popped in for numerous cups of tea over the years & it wouldn't be long before the scavengers would be on his doorstep looking for something to take away & sell before the property was bought by some fat cat property developer & his barn finds either ending up in a dumpster or stolen whilst the proceeds could go towards his care home fees.

This situation needed handling with care & compassion, one solution we arrived at was to have his eclectic collection of vintage motorcycles and spare parts catalogued, valued & sold both at the shop & on ebay with the entire proceeds going to his account, there were a couple of old VW beetles there which hadn't been driven for many years & Jordan's father decided to handle their sale, this only left the bone yard bikes (Barn finds) which he gave us his blessing to take away which took several pick up loads to cart away to my back yard & cover with a tarpaulin to finally assess what's there.

One machine did attract my eye which came from his garage; it was a 1955 German 250cc NSU max which had gathered dust & the aluminium was covered in white corrosion yet surprisingly the engine still turned over, things were looking promising as the best scenario was loads of elbow grease cleaning the old bike & Jordan working his magic on it to finally start it up.

This was a machine I had very little knowledge of & like Honda cubs, the decider would be the condition of its pressed steel frame. Jordan soon had the machine running & stank out the garage with all sorts of fumes with rust flaking off the exhaust; it was at this point I phoned his son explaining about the Reading toy run in December.

The upshot of that phone call was positive & he decided to keep the NSU & ride it himself in the toy run whilst the WW2 BSA M20 would also be ridden in the toy run prior to being sold but firstly Zena required a driving licence and her driving test, something which wasn't foreseen on board the Antares.

Barely a week had passed since Wayne's mum's arrival & just as we thought she was settling in nicely, it seemed as though her world was about to come apart when there was a knock on the door at 8 in the morning & she just happened to be the one nearest the door at that time only to find 2 High court enforcement officers with a live writ in her name with escalated costs taking the total debt to over 20 grand payable that day on demand. There was no doubting who was behind this fiasco, no doubt her husband arranged for all her debts to be pooled together & placed into the hands of an international debt recovery company with a London office with instructions to take out a High court writ.

I thought this was the lowest meanest trick to do on a poor defenceless woman, especially after having made her destitute & these people really did turn up the thumb screws on her plus if they escalated it to seizing goods, it would take forever & a day for us to prove the ownership of the entire contents of the house, the garage/workshop, the cars & the motorcycles not to mention the further charges which would arise & to cap it all, they don't accept payment by cheque at the door.

I noticed that one of them took more that a casual glance at Zena's Tokyo spider laptop & communications station with the famous large black widow spider with the red rising sun on its back logo on the laptop's lid which had been upgraded on board the Antares, knowing what that device was capable of & every drug dealer, terrorist or criminal on the planet prepared to pay thousands for it. The real danger was it falling into the wrong hands & it would be a shame to have the Antares track it down & destroy it with a laser which they would have no hesitation in doing.

To have the high court bailiff take possession of her device was THE one thing which mustn't happen; especially if he started playing with it which wouldn't take him long to find out what the device's capabilities are. This became the decider for me to pay them off with a credit card leaving the option to further contest her debt which meant calling the card company to authorize the transaction.

Zena was seething with rage when they left with, as she put it, their ill gotten gains, my paying by card meant there was a record of payment which started a traceable trail, she was not just a pretty face or someone to have the most amazing sex with, her hacking skills were truly unbelievable & she voiced her intentions when she said. "Just watch me destroy that bastard," she went to work writing up her email, took her laptop out to the garden, set up the satellite dish & waited for it to ping confirming a positive uplink to the Antares & clicked send, their super computer would be doing the rest & whilst all this was going on, Wayne's mum became so distraught, she was crying her eyes out as she had so much on her mind that she forgot to check that her handbag containing a winning lottery ticket.

The rest of the day was spent cataloguing the pile of motorcycle parts & it soon became apparent there was a whole BSA 250cc C15 in parts amongst the huge pile with its engine completely stripped & packed inside a wooden tea chest, by the end of the day I realized I could build up a complete motorcycle. The following day, we had all the painted parts ready to go to Cox's in Reading for painting leaving me to check out & inspect the engine parts with Photostats of a parts catalogue & the BSA Service sheets whilst Damian spent ages cleaning & polishing the wheels & Jordan compiled the list of parts, took the cylinder to Howard's, a local engine machine shop who would also supply the piston & picked up a set of bearings from a local bearing supplier. Wayne's mum trolled through ebay & bought a set of cables, valves, valve springs & bronze valve guides, primary chain, oil seals, exhaust system, transfers & a re-covered seat. I marked up the flywheels & pressed the crankshaft apart to check the big end. This particular engine was an early motor with a plain bush big end & steel backed plain bush timing side main bearing, both parts went on the shopping list ordering an upgraded con rod with a roller bearing big end.

The forks were fortunately OK just requiring a set of bushes & seals but what challenged us was the swinging arm bearings as the pin is pressed into the frame, after lots of coffee & discussion, the solution arrived at was a length of studding, nuts, thick spacer washers & a steel tube which worked like a charm although it took a lot of effort to finally extract the pin.

The August bank holiday was fast approaching; all the parts from the pile were now listed on ebay & the parts for both the NSU Max & BSA C15 were ordered plus I snapped up a 12 foot square canvas tarpaulin which was made from part of a large British army tent. The guy selling these had done a cracking job of sewing the hems & corner triangles, fitting eyelets, canvas loops & a central loop making this a larger version of a military basha shelter sheet. Erecting this tarp in the centre & fastening our British army basha shelter sheets around it would certainly build up a huge group shelter tent giving us more room, he also sold these squares as cut from the cloth which makes an ideal groundsheet & our personal groundsheets would go around the perimeter.

I paid Rick our food & drink money for our shopping & Justin set to work on the menu working out our requirements (something he's very good at). Using the Honda shop's account, I exchanged the British army field kitchen's propane cylinder & it quickly became apparent that Rick would need another fridge, these days they seemed to become a throwaway item judging by the numbers dumped in the country, Damian saw one dumped beside the A308 in what used to be the old road whilst stopped on his motorcycle to have a fag & the most amazing sex with a van driver, thank god he took his phone number as we would be requiring his services to deliver the fridge.

The hermaphrodite encountered at the dogging site works in the city & commutes by train, Marcia always wore her business suit traveling in both directions & never gets a second look except when the train is crowded & she's pressing onto a teen when her 15" cock gets fully hard tenting out her black see through nylon slacks & starts leaking with her vaginal fluids leaking into her underwear & her breast milk leaking through both her bra & blouse.

Matt had spent the day in London visiting the club dressed as a teenage girl & was returning on the same train as her when he felt something wet touch the back of his stockinged leg, he turned round to see the huge bulge & wetness in her slacks when she saw his nylon sheathed cock dangling below the hem of his micro skirt, she made a shush sign gesture with her hand as she held his cock which rapidly became hard & also started leaking & dripping his pre-cum onto the floor, their groins touched & she started humping into him with short slight thrusts making the silky nylon material of her full vintage netball knickers style panties sensually rub her cock head whilst Matt met every one of her thrusts with his nylon sheathed cock sensually rubbing & wetting the front of her slacks. He fondled her breasts through her see through blouse under her unbuttoned jacket feeling the wetness from her breast milk & whilst no one was looking; he plunged his head under her jacket & suckled & gently squeezed her breast savouring the satisfying flow of her love morsels through the material of both her garments immediately recognizing the items supplied by Vivian's mail order outlet.

She sensually massaged his nipples through both his white see through blouse & bra taking him over the edge as huge gushes of spunk erupted from his cock through the nylon sheath plastering the front of her slacks & his micro skirt & running down their legs followed moments later by fire hose gushes of spunk flooding into her panties soaking right through her slacks running down her legs onto her shoes & her gushing vaginal fluids flooding the gusset of both her panties & slacks & breast milk flooding through both her bra & blouse as she tried desperately to stifle her grunts from her simultaneous orgasms.

By now the whole railway carriage was reeking of sex & Matt's boy smells when the train stopped at Slough, fortunately this was Matt's stop where he would change for Windsor. The offer of a lift in her black BMW was too good for him to pass up & they left the station walking to a nearby block of flats & her parked BMW.

"You won't mind coming into my flat as I really must change as I've flooded my underwear with cum, I'll make you something to eat & drink," . . . "Sure, I really could use a shower." . . . "Go ahead whilst I put your clothes in the wash." She gave him a lasting hug with a long kiss & passionately stripped him naked, threw his clothes in the washer dryer, then embraced him guiding his cock into her vagina & breast feeding him.

Matt's twice daily sessions on the Noogleberry aided by Damian's mum's supplements certainly worked wonders on him, his hair had a wonderful sheen & reached down to his waist, his breasts have developed into a B cup & started to lactate small amounts of milk, he developed a bubble butt to die for, his nipples became so huge that whatever clothes he wore were tented out, his cock had grown by an inch & became even fatter & his cum loads were now awesome, no doubt aided by all the sex he had at the club & what started out as a visit to her flat became a night of raunchy sex in her bed before she dropped him off outside his parent's house but unbeknown to Matt, while he slept, she looked at his collection of photos on his USB stick which included loads of photos taken on the island & that afternoon she sent him a text asking if she could join us on the island.

Justin received the news that his place at Welbeck College wasn't to be owing to certain medical issues which devastated the poor teen when he called me, I had a good long talk with him telling him it's not the end of the world when Jane came around, I put her on the phone & she had a good long talk with him, between us we finalized a solution suggesting he enroll at the college for the lower sixth form & possibly the upper sixth to gain A level passes & she would pull a few strings to have him placed with British Airways. I knew in my heart that it would be the best career start for him & spoke to his parents on the phone who was pleased he was starting on a career path we knew he would do well at.

The van driver called round with the fridge & dropped it off as I asked him so I could test it, he wheeled it inside my garage with his sack truck & I plugged it in to hear the satisfying sound of it working, with that done, the lads got on with the task of cleaning it followed by leaving it running all night & cooling some drinks. The following morning I checked it & found it was still working perfectly so I emptied all the drinks into a couple of Norwegian military food containers, filled them with ice & gave the driver a call to deliver them to the college's river frontage & Rick's waiting vessel, gave him a map & some money & sent him on his way.

We enjoyed good weather in the week leading up to the bank holiday weekend with the nice weather forecast to continue throughout the weekend, a trip to Four points & the army surplus stall at the market saw Wayne's mum kitted out with Vivian adding to her wardrobe & using the Honda dealer's pick up truck to take some of our stuff to the island. Rick called me telling me about another canal barge docking at the island adding some mystery as to who the vessel's occupants were; after all, we were all going there to have a good time & every one of us would be there, Rick just told us to go with the flow & enjoy ourselves.

To be continued