Motorcycle Dealer

Motorcycle Dealer 14

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

A 70 foot canal barge docked at the south western tip of the island which Rick went to investigate, he sauntered over to the vessel & greeted its skipper who invited him on board for coffee, unlike the Countess of Clewer & London Pride this vessel was steam powered totally amazing Rick especially when he cast sight on the ancient totally restored John Inshaw & Sons locomotive type boiler & high pressure steam engine powering 2 Ericsson propellers. There was no doubting that this was a 150 year old nicely restored historic vessel with a long history, she was a living museum piece & her Victorian interior décor with gas lamps fed from a propane cylinder could easily resemble 221B Baker Street or The 1900 house. The vessel bore a highly decorated paint job similar to fairground organs & bore the nefarious name Hand of Glory'. One of her claims to fame was her appearance in the 1945 movie Painted Boats'.

Ted, her skipper looked every inch the old sea salt & yet he was a retired headmaster from a well known private school, he passed Rick the original vessel's log with bookmarked pages from 1852 when the vessel worked the Bridgewater canal. As Rick read the entries from July 1852, the blackened & disguised vessel transported a 13 year old boy who escaped from a Manchester cotton mill from Castlefield Junction to Runcorn where he boarded a barge for Liverpool. Ted produced a sheaf of letters for Rick to read detailing the lad camping out overnight in woods near Lymm sheltered by a Thomas Edgington proofed cotton duck tarpaulin sleeping in their bedrolls with a youngster who's a year older & an educated tramp in his fifties. They also camped out in woods at a place called Half Firkin Hill on the Wirral peninsula for a week cooking meals over an open fire with military Napoleonic war D shaped mess kits, catching fish, swimming at the confluence of where the brook at the bottom of the hill joins Prenton Brook & the River Fender & gathering blackberries to make a pie before he finally stowed away on board the migrant clipper ship Ticonderoga bound for Australia. This ship suffered the highest death toll on her voyage with over 100 deaths mainly through disease & another 80 dying in quarantine after the ship's arrival in Australia.

Further letters bearing both Mayday Hills/Beechworth & Melbourne postmarks written by the youngster proved he survived the voyage & told of his experiences at the goldfields. He was indeed one of the lucky ones to find a fortune & in many ways one has to respect a lad of his age for having the balls to escape & strike out to Australia. This was one hell of an untold story of the stuff movies are made of but Rick's self appointed task was to determine his likely reaction to loads of teens having full blown orgies, nudity & skinnydipping on the island within yards of his vessel, in short, he was going to have to sound him out & to this end he invited him on board the Countess of Clewer.

Rick served him coffee & biscuits & gave him a verbal history of his vessel, he fired up his computer & the large flat screen TV showing pictures of the group all wearing swimsuits both in the water & jumping, diving & performing gymnastics off the swimming hole tree, he sneaked looks & noticed the photos were having the desired effect as his rock hard cock was tenting out his sheer white linen summer trousers when he asked. "This group of youngsters is coming here for the weekend, what are your thoughts on them?" . . . "They're a lovely bunch I must say, reminds me of those lovely boys I had at the schools where I taught, have you any more photos?" "I have, there's loads more & this time there's nudity in a lot of them, I take it you like young boys." "Tell you the truth, I'm what you might call a boy lover & fortunately I was in the right job at the right time to have sex with them, come on, let's see your photos."

Rick clicked on another set & this time there were the see through schoolgirl uniform shots, he quickly picked up on their dangling nylon sheathed cocks, shots of see through raunchy teenage girls' clothes & their see through white trousers & blouse shirts exposing nylon brief/cocksock briefs/panties or speedos & see through bras, stockings & suspenders. The nude shots on the island also showed skinnydipping shots at the swimming hole tree with the sight of their long hair, feminine breasts & large cocks pressing all his buttons. Ted was openly stroking his rock hard cock through the thin material of his trousers & sometimes stroking his nipples through his white see through shirt whilst watching the slide show with an enlarging wet spot appearing when he grunted as his cock twitched powerfully jerking & flooding both his underwear & white summer trousers with spunk when Rick said to him.

"I take it you'll be OK with this lot over the weekend," & Ted replied. "I can't wait to meet them & show them a good time."

My phone rang with Rick on the line telling me about the new visitor & I must admit I had reservations at first although he assured me that he was OK so we just got on with the preparations & packed our kit ready for the weekend, I could see that this would become a logistical nightmare & thankfully Vivian offered to carry some of their gear in the back of the Honda dealer's pick up.

John phoned me telling me that he was leaving Southend in his old Fiat Uno in which he could drive 3 of the teens over to the island & stash some of their gear in the back owing to the car being a hatchback, Jane could take another 3 in her BMW with their gear, Jordan could also take 3 in the VW Beetle, Damian's mum could take 4 in the Dodge Challenger with more gear in the boot & the motorcycles would also ease the seating issues by taking pillion passengers except for Vivian if he were to bring his single seat Honda CR750 race bike replica, something I wish he rather didn't & asked him about using another machine when he countered me by telling me to get my skates on & scoot down to the Honda dealer immediately to carry out an MOT test on his newly restored 1969 Honda CB750 K0. I couldn't get there fast enough & took young Luke with me as an assistant.

My eyes befell the immaculately restored candy gold coloured Honda parked in the MOT bay awaiting my attention & logged the machine onto MOT Computerization. As this machine was originally a US import classed as a barn find, it wasn't even registered in the UK leaving me to manually enter the machine's details with the VIN number as its identity on the MOT certificate after which Vivian sent off all the documents with payments to register the machine along with the customs & nova forms. All this would take time so he would have to ride it to the island on the Honda dealer's trade plate & park it inside the college's boathouse under a cover out of the prying eyes of the public.

I got a real buzz when I turned the ignition key & pressed the starter, hearing that 4 cylinder SOHC Honda engine run was music to my ears, the engine ran perfectly with its characteristic rustle from the cam chain reliving my memories of those heady days at the Ascot Vale Honda dealer in Melbourne where I cut my teeth in the trade & was awarded Honda technician of the year 1975. The only non period part on the machine was the later finned aluminium oil filter housing which replaced the original stamped steel item owing to oil leaks back in the day which unlike the original item also partially cooled the oil.

After our evening meals, our motorcade would set off for the island, Jimmy took Luke on the pillion of his Yamaha XT500, Linda took Ollie on her Honda XL250 Motosport, Jordan took Damian on the (borrowed) NSU Max, Wayne took the (borrowed) Ex WD BSA M20 with Matt, Ryan took Kelly on his Honda XR250 & Sam took Desmond on his Indian scout who wanted to bring his Go-ped to the island until I told him they could only be rode on tarmac & he left it on top of my workbench.

Vivian collected Zena after work & she returned driving his Ford Mustang with a huge grin on her face, everyone in the street must have heard the car pull up with its evocative roar from the 390 cu in V8 engine followed by Vivian on the Honda CB750 K0 with Mark on the back shortly followed by Damian's mum with Justine & Damian in the Dodge Challenger. John arrived in his old Fiat Uno with Robert from Southend heavily loaded with Land rover & motorcycle parts which the lads unloaded & stashed in my garage followed by Vicky in her Ford RS Sierra Cosworth, Jane & Marcia in their BMWs, Wayne's mum driving the Honda dealer's pick up, Zoltan drove my elderly Cortina estate with myself in the passenger seat with Arne & Sven in the back seat & the VW Beetle was driven by Robert with both Rob & Pat when everyone loaded up & finally set off.

I couldn't believe my eyes at the sight of the canal barge moored at the college's river frontage, having seen many canal barges on the River Thames over the years, I became awestruck at the sight of this particular vessel, as I got closer I could only admire the vessel's paintwork & saw both steam & smoke emanating from the funnel thinking `OMG, this boat's powered by steam' & I thought the vessel's name of Hand of Glory was rather odd.

I boarded this vessel with John, Robert, Vivian, Zoltan, Zena & Dorian who arrived on his Norton Commando with his son Steve whilst the others boarded the remaining 2 vessels for the short trip to The Lynch, that magical island on the River Thames which we loved & became our home from home, albeit under a load of joined up military basha shelter sheets propped up with tent poles, joined by tarp clamps, cordage & suspended from overhead tree branches with military jute twine & bungees. I became amazed at the huge size of our communal shelter, added to this was the addition of canvas Russian Plash Palatkas or East German army rain poncho shelter sheets which came onto the market at irresistible bargain basement prices

I loved my ride on the Hand of Glory to bits, a museum piece she may be, she was so alive with those sounds & scents of hot oil, burning coal & steam with her vibrations felt throughout & yet she was a lot quieter than the other 2 vessels with their single cylinder Petters diesel engines.

All 3 vessels slowly glided into the backwater passing the swimming hole tree as the Hand of Glory sounded a blast from her steam whistle. Justin stood proudly on the end of the tree wearing only his black speedos sporting his huge log like cock & balls bulge, his beautiful long flowing blond mane slightly ruffled by the breeze, his body bronzed by the sun showing his beautiful breasts with his leaking huge erect bullet like queen sized nipples with pride which anyone would love to die for as he was indeed the perfect example of she male youth. I fathomed that a person of his type wouldn't be readily accepted into the military, perhaps they have yet to review their intake policies & besides, he would become British Airways gain.

After the vessels berthed, we got on with setting up our 2 group shelters using the 12 foot square tarpaulin in the center with British army shelter sheet bashas & Russian plash palatkas fastened with cordage & tarp claps making up the angled side walls for the larger shelter whilst the second one was constructed from British Army basha shelter sheets/Russian plash palatkas &c followed by both shelters being covered with camouflage nets.

Justin & Rick had meals cooked for those who haven't ate their evening meals & afterwards everyone changed into see through skin tight black nylon tee shirts which are a recent speciality from Vivian's stocks & black speedos, these form fitting tee shirts fitted like a second skin & showed every detail of a persons upper torso especially when worn by a woman, she male or a large breasted teenage lad as well as perfectly exposing their bras giving everyone the appearance of being scantily dressed in underwear or sleepwear.

After introductions with Ted, he showed me his photo album taken of boys spanning almost half a century, his photographic skills were the equal of Rick's & there was no doubting that he loved young lads in swimming trunks judging by the number in his photo album who either had large cocks or were fully erect when those photos were taken & therefore our group would definitely be eye candy for him over the weekend.

It wasn't long before the teens began frolicking doing the most amazing gymnastics off the swimming hole tree which Ted watched with keen interest from the grass beside the tree taking photos whilst his huge pre-cum leaking erection tented out his see through white trousers showing his black nylon cocksock briefs with his nylon sheathed cock reaching out at an angle right to his hip. His black fully fashioned nylon stockings were held up with a 6 strap suspender belt & there was only one supplier for the garments he wore who stood right beside him stroking his nylon clad bottom, it was Vivian.

With over 2 dozen souls in the water, someone had to keep watch on them which I did with Vicky followed by both Jordan & Jimmy then surprisingly by Zoltan & Zena who not only held lifesaving qualifications from their world & were very professional in their duties, they were also qualified SCUBA divers.

Miranda arrived on her mountain bike, parked it & stripped off her booty shorts & black nylon see through skin tight tee shirt revealing her white bikini swimsuit; she dived into the water & joined in the fun. The moment she surfaced her bikini went totally transparent, she rolled over in the water giving everyone a good look at her huge cock & her voluptuous breasts straining against her bikini top tented out by her huge queen nipples & showing her dark brown areolas to good effect. When I told Ted there was probably the largest gathering of both male & female hermaphrodites, she males & large breasted teenage lads at this place, lust coursed through his body like an express train, so much so his cock was doing a twitching merry dance & flooding pre-cum through the black nylon sheath & his see through white trousers.

Everyone looked up to the sky as the Antonov AN2 biplane lovingly called Anoushka or Annie circled the island before flying westwards to line up with the designated runway & land with the sun behind the aircraft stopping its engine & disgorging its compliment of 12 fresh faced 11 year old boys dressed nicely in their new school uniforms prior to the start of year 7 after the holiday weekend & met by their schoolmaster. The runway has since been properly marked out & a windsock erected onto a tower. Some of us watched the boys being led away to the college. I fetched my binoculars from the countess to have a closer look at these boys, they were all eye candy with long hair at least half way down their backs & they all wore those black see through trousers showing their black nylon brief underwear or speedos & see through white school shirts. There was one boy who was slightly taller than the rest with long blond hair down past his bottom showing his training bra through his see through school shirt & OMG, this boy had breasts tenting out his shirt with large pointed nipples which his see through training bra could barely contain sporting a huge crotch bulge in his see through black school trousers sporting his stockings & suspenders with his dangling nylon sheathed cock & yet he couldn't be any older than 12. There was no doubting that Vivian's erotic schoolwear sales were really taking off.

Don started up London Pride's Petters diesel engine & reversed away from the docking area into the main channel navigating his vessel around the southern end of the island to finally berth on the mainland & retrieve Miranda's mountain bike & rucksack. He took great care as London Pride slowly crept past the swimming hole tree owing to the numbers in the water & finally returned to her berth. We watched the Antonov take off from the backwater flying low over the river, bank left over the fields & climb out in the direction of Loddon drive.

Wayne & his mum were the first to leave the water & were washed down by Rick with his stirrup pump with warm water from the billycans although they wrung out their wet swimsuits & put them out to dry near the fire. They remained totally naked whilst he gave her a guided tour of the island, they made it as far as the south green when they passionately embraced each other with loving kisses & caresses, although their bodies smelled freshly cleaned from their showers, Wayne smelled those aromatic scents from his mum's pussy as it became wet & started dripping onto the grass fuelling lust for his mum when she took his huge rock hard cock in her hand & guided it inside her pussy.

Those next few moments became a blur as electricity coursed through their bodies with highly intense sensations as he slowly thrust his huge cock into her as she met each one of his thrusts with her pussy performing wonderful massages on his cock whilst having several gushing orgasms, something which she hasn't experienced since her high school days.

Wayne tried desperately to prolong those special moments despite the highly intense tingling inside his balls especially when she gently massaged his nipples yet he managed to last a few minutes & when his cock did erupt, the first few jets of hot teen spunk gushed into her like a fire hose with powerful well spaced out twitches as every gush flooded her gushing pussy with spunk.

Their love for each other became stronger having been consummated by this unbelievable sex session on the island even though their love child was beginning its first ever stage of life inside her to arrive into the world in a financially secure household supported by a teenage father who could work at the cutting edge of engineering working with one of the top companies in the country & yet, owing to lotto cracker, neither of them would ever need to work.

Marcia spent the rest of the evening on board the Hand of Glory having the most amazing sex with Ted in his bed yet despite being aged about 60, this was his first ever time with a hermaphrodite, especially with a woman half his age with not only a pussy, she had the biggest cock he's ever seen in his entire life which would soon be going inside his hole & any hunger or thirst he experienced would soon be sated by her breast milk which would also be another first for him not having drank any since he was a toddler.

Luke shortly joined them on the south green with his mum & lovingly fell into a lover's embrace, passions run riot through them turning into lust as they hugged each other as he pushed his huge cock inside her pussy, he lovingly suckled on her breasts which once fed him breast milk as a child & just before he left Australia, it would take all his patience to start her milk flowing again & he was certainly well up to the task. He was determined to succeed knowing Damian's mum's help with her supplements & the Noogleberry sessions would bring them the desirable fruits of her breasts & unbeknown to them, Vivian had also brought along another Noogleberry inside the boot of his Ford Mustang.

Ryan's mum was all alone in her flat especially on the last bank holiday weekend of the year, in her younger days she always went away. Now cabin fever was biting into her like a disease especially as she desperately missed having both Kelly's & Ryan's huge cocks inside both of her pussy holes & loved the taste of Ryan's breast milk, so much so she worked hard at suckling him plus giving him his supplements & twice daily sessions with her own Nooglberry, he developed firm breasts which didn't need the support of a bra & yet he loved wearing one.

She phoned her son asking to join them, packed a small rucksack, changed into her white see through trousers & short sleeve shirt exposing her entire lingerie through her clothes sporting a huge bulging camel toe & boarded a Reading bound train.

Ted shoveled more coal into the boiler & took on more water before departing for Reading on the Hand of Glory sounding the vessel's whistle as he left the mooring with Ryan & Kelly on board wearing only their black speedos & see through black sleeveless tops looking every inch like a pair of scantily clad busty long haired she males & no sooner was the vessel under way they both stripped naked & snuggled up on Ted's double bed with Marcia for amazing sex.

Ted's story about his early retirement left me in no doubt that he really was a clever sneaky bastard when he wants to be. It only took one photo of him on a social media site of him on holiday shagging a boy in shallow sea water which went viral, once it reached the ears of the board of governors; they had to let him go & didn't anticipate his hard bargaining skills.

Not only did he negotiate a year's full salary & his pension, he successfully negotiated leaving on the grounds of ill health which although it required a visit to an occupational health practitioner which the board of governors paid for thus ensuring the results they wanted aided by him feigning struggling to walk with 2 walking sticks complaining of pain, prescribed strong pain killers & barely able to walk to the shops with a sick note from the doctor stating that he was crippled with arthritis.

Once the final dismissal meeting was completed & he had the dismissal letter in his hand together with the monthly sick notes from his doctor & a copy of the report from the occupational health practitioner, those documents enabled him to claim on the repayment insurance policies for the mortgage on his house, his loan repayments, income replacement policies & the repayment protection policies on his maxed out credit cards & provided there's no cut off date for payment protection insurance mis-sold claims, he plans to claim on those as well in about 5 years time. When we crunched the numbers together it proved he was far better off not working for the final few years of his working life to enjoy his retirement a few years earlier than would otherwise have been possible. I began to see how he funded the restoration of his boat which was subsequently paid for by insurers.

The vessel docked at Reading Bridge & Ryan jumped off wearing only his black speedos & held his mum in a highly sensual embrace. The front & back of his speedos were soaking wet with both Marcia's cum & his spunk & his monstrous nylon clad cock was prodding & wetting her huge bulging camel toe which must have been seen by so many people on her journey & those beside the river while she waited for the vessel to arrive.

Ted made a pot of coffee & served it up with McVitie's chocolate digestives whitened with Ryan's breast milk, this was Ted's first ever taste of breast milk whitened coffee which he savoured like a connoisseur tasting a fine wine & fell in love with the brew straight away wondering what he's been missing all these years.

No sooner had the vessel got under way, Ryan & his mum stripped naked & fell onto Ted's bed in a passionate embrace planting kisses all over each other when his huge rock hard cock found its mark & slipped inside her leaking pussy, by now the bedroom at the front of the vessel reeked of sex, sweat, boy smells & pussy scents. Their sensations were building up to a highly intense climax when her pussy gushed huge loads of cum, overloaded by the intense sensations of his overpowering orgasm, breast milk started squirting from his breasts, his first ever time he experienced this & the sensation of his let down & milk flowing through his nipples added to his orgasm making him scream in ecstacy as huge blasts of spunk lovingly flowed into her & with their session finally consummated, they lay on the bed in a sleepy lover's embrace with his cock still inside her pussy whilst being lovingly nursed by his mum.

Whilst they were having sex on the bed, Marcia was pounding her monstrously huge cock into Kelly's teen boy pussy hole holding her cock around the base yet still pounding about 10 inches into him; Kelly was in seventh heaven knowing he was taking most of her cock with ease although a surprise awaited him when Marcia's simultaneous orgasms suddenly racked right through her.

She filled Kelly's teen boy pussy hole right up on her first fire hose like blast of spunk & there was loads more to come from her monstrous loads & not having anywhere to go leaked back out past her cock plastering his buns & running down their legs when her clitoris erupted with cum & a torrent of vaginal fluids erupted from her pussy & onto the floor whilst fountains of breast milk sprayed out drenching Kelly's back. All this put him into sensory overload as he had the biggest most powerful orgasm of his entire life shooting his biggest ever load of spunk.

I gave Andrew a thoroughly good pounding with my cock inside his teen boy pussy hole & right throughout he was uttering all the filthy names under the sun, so much so that I felt like braining him & yet he gave me the most enjoyable fuck with his tight hole, as I plowed into him, I kept massaging my nipples which had become larger thanks to Vivian's Noogleberry, they were seriously tenting out my black see through top & being more sensitive gave me the most amazing feelings in my balls leading up to one hell of an orgasm as I must have blasted shit loads of spunk into him triggering him to shoot off his load all by itself against the tree trunk.

John was right beside me pounding into Mark uttering loads of expletives in his Australian drawl & Robert was on the other side of the tree trunk giving Desmond what for with his cock pistoning like a jack hammer inside the teen's rear pussy hole & all 3 teens ended up walking away with cum pouring out of their chutes.

Rob was a few feet away with Justine & a right pair they were indeed, it was male hermaphrodite & female hermaphrodite having the most amazing sex & taking turns with each other, Dorian was pounding the hell out of Justin & it amazed me how Justin could see with all that hair covering his eyes & when they swapped round, he took Justin's enormous load up his chute but as soon as he finished & pulled out, loads of cum poured onto the grass.

Ollie shagged the pants off his mum, Luke pounded into his mum, Jordan pounded into Damian's mum followed by Damian. Steve & Miranda had the most amazing sex with each other & swapped round, Pat was having a whale of a time with Matt & they both fed each other breast milk during their session. Jimmy, Zoltan, Zena & Vicky were on the south green having a partner swapping session with each other, Vivian pulled a teenage lad cycling along the opposite river bank on his mountain bike who stopped, stripped naked & swam across the backwater to him when he saw what was happening on the island & wanted to join in the fun, he certainly got his wish as Vivian pounded his cock into his teen boy pussy hole filling his chute with a huge load as spunk blasted out from the lad's cock onto the tree trunk. He left the naked youngster relaxing on the grass by the tree & asked Justin to rustle him a mug of coffee whitened with breast milk & some McVitie's chocolate digestives, whilst consuming his morsels, Vivian invited him for a sleepover with our group which would lead to more sex & even old Sam, Donald & Rick weren't left out as Mark, Andrew & Desmond wanted to make up for lost time having been away from the island for a year & even old Ted was hard pushed keeping up with Marcia who gave him a highly intense session & still managed to recharge for a monstrous cum shot up his chute after sucking every last drop of spunk from him & rewarding him with a good drink of her breast milk making him sleepy before they both clambered into his bed for the night.

Everyone apart from Marcia & Ted was totally naked when they dived into the backwater either from the bank or the swimming hole tree for a circumnavigation skinny dip around the island, everything went swimmingly until 2 dozen naked swimming souls entered the main channel when we heard pop music & saw the approaching disco boat which sounded its horn & moved over hard right as near as possible to the riverbank opposite the island.

The boat slowed right down & all the youngsters on board were giving us cat calls, waving their hands in hand job gestures, taking our photos, demonstrating hip thrusts & calling out all sorts of comments like `Where's your trunks?' &c. There must have been at least 50 teens on board that boat & every one of them must have had a good eyeful.

We all exited the water by the Swimming hole tree to Rick's welcome warm stirrup pump shower, dried ourselves off & sat naked around the fire with our towels draped over our bodies waiting for the 2 large dixies of water to boil on the British Army field kitchen for our mugs of hot chicken soup with croutons before bedding down for the night although it was well after midnight when Matt called on Skype from Australia.

Sebastian came on the screen telling us his flight back to the UK was arriving on Sunday morning asking to be collected at Heathrow in time for the start of the UK academic year & year 11 which was arranged. He certainly enjoyed his time out there & made loads of friends at the school & with the cadets going on a number of bivouac camps. Thanks to lotto cracker, his prepaid bank card was kept charged with loads of money, some of which I sent him for buying motorcycle parts, it certainly helped him a lot for him to be quoting maker's part numbers for each part he was trying to buy on our behalf.

He showed me one item which had my eyes popping out of my head, during one of his shopping forays at a nearby flea market; he bought a Sanwa SP15D analogue multimeter intending to use it for his hobby and not realizing its importance to Honda motorcycle repair technicians.

The Honda dealer's collection of the blue book service manuals are very specific about their use of multimeters when checking electrical components and specify 2, one of which is the Sanwa, the other item being a Kowa digital multimeter costing an arm & a leg. We have all this information in these manuals yet how are repair technicians supposed to run diagnostics on their machines now that both their test meters are discontinued? I do know that you can get good results with a Fluke meter & there's loads of Ex MOD Fluke 25's cropping up on ebay, both the shops have one each with DVA adaptors & there's also one in my house rather than in my garage, I really need to do a deal with Sebastian on his lucky purchase.

All the newer bikes now have their test data in peak volts now & to cater for this, Matt had an Imrie 625 electronic ignition analyzer sent over which sits in the Honda dealer's workshop, It is thanks to the marine industry that we also have the DVA (digital voltage adaptor) thereby enabling the fluke to read peak volts so yes, we have kept pace (so far) & yet we also have a simple pen type adjustable spark gap tester from Motion Pro tools which was ordered from the Mac Tools van along with some very interesting Motion Pro special tools which make's our lives a lot easier.

The following morning we crept out of our shelters to a lovely warm sunny morning heralding another stinking hot day in the workshop. We all dived or jumped into the backwater for a quick dip, stirrup pump showers & shaves followed by those lovely filling breakfasts cooked by Justin, Rick & Zena which set us up for the day at the motorcycle shops.

Vivian's Honda CB750 K0 took pride of place parked in the showroom although it required pushing up onto the revolving display stand; I thought this was indeed a clever move as it maximized the display potential of the machine whereas the rest of our machines were parked in front of our respective shops.

To the rear of the shop is where the large dumpsters are located, the youngsters take it in turns to empty out the shop's bins which on this morning was Zoltan's turn which became a lucky break for him. Over the years there has been a number of bicycles dumped beside the bins & Zoltan felt like he'd won the jackpot when he picked up the bike next to the bins especially when I told him what he'd found. The lucky sod only went & found a 12 speed Raleigh Urban Attack old school mountain bike which is definitely one of their high end black triangular framed traditional mountain bikes with a horizontal cross bar, red forks, 2 speed front shift like Jane's Raleigh storm with a 6 speed gear block & was still fitted with the original red control cables & operating levers.

The handlebars & saddle were missing so I put the bike in the back of the pick up, gave him my keys & sent him with Zena to my house to root through my box of bicycle parts to sort out his bike. They were both like happy kids when they returned with the bike & took turns riding it along the high street & being a high end bike of its time, Vivian gave him a padlock & chain from the rack on the wall insisting that he locked it up every time he parked his bike.

The shop was really busy, even for a bank holiday weekend & I was really busy doing the MOT tests consisting of the usual array of Honda cubs, pizza delivery bikes, scooters, Harley Davidson's which included a WW2 45 cubic inch & an Indian 741B with both machines having been brought in by the same owner at different times of the day. A nicely restored 1966 Honda CB450 Black bomber with US high bars came in triggering my memories of the one at the Ascot Vale Honda dealer in Melbourne which was rather an oddity considering that machine had a 360 degree crankshaft just like a British parallel twin cylinder motorcycle fired from one set of points.

Jordan, Arne & Damian got on with a couple of services as well as the bread & butter jobs of tyre changes, fork seals, chains & sprockets &c. What did surprise me was both Zoltan & Zena got stuck into fitting a Datatool alarm on a new Honda VTR1000 firestorm which Vivian sold that morning, it struck me that the pair were really good at electrical systems & done a first class job without any supervision from me, no doubt coming from somewhere more advanced than us, the subject of electrical systems was child's play to them.

Zoltan used the shops ex military Fluke 25 & he fell in love with it straight away badgering me to buy one for him off ebay together with a DVA peak voltage adaptor when I had a moment enabling him to perform peak voltage measurements on Honda electrical systems.

It was around noon when Rob received the text message from Bletchley Park with the numbers for that night's lottery & passed it to Vivian who went & brought a ticket during his lunch break. I had serious reservations about the number of winning tickets bought at various shops around Slough which surely must raise their suspicions; Vivian needed to top up his bank balance especially after his foray into buying & shipping American muscle cars especially the replica Shelby GT500 KR. His first load of bikes which came over with the Plymouth Barracuda were all sold except for the Honda CB750.

The day at both shops certainly went well although it reminded us that it was the last bank holiday of the year & the youngsters had the autumn half term break in October to look forward to. The weather would gradually change until winter finally set in hoping there were still a few more nice weekends left in the year.

At the day's end, everyone put the bikes away except their own which they rode straight to the island for a cooling swim, showers, evening meals & more raunchy sex. I threw Zoltan's mountain bike into the back of the pick up, took it home & chained it next to my Raleigh outland, having Zoltan's bike next to mine really showed it up making it look like some old crate dragged out from either the canal or the dump, Raleigh bikes were certainly well built & I've had mine for over 15 years having brought it back from the dump which shows just how well built they are.

No sooner had we boarded the 3 vessels at the college's river frontage, we changed into our swimsuits as the vessels approached the island in a well spaced out line formation, everyone tumbled overboard like the famous wild geese jump from the stern as each vessel reached the swimming hole tree. Everyone thoroughly enjoyed the water's welcome caress on their sweaty bodies especially after having worked through a stinking hot day & even Rick, Donald & Ted only wore speedos whilst navigating their vessels.

Thankfully, Rick managed to borrow 2 large cooking pots from the college's cookhouse & to simplify the main meals, cooked everyone a lamb hotpot with one of the pots on the British army field kitchen & the second one on the grate over the fire, they were slow cooked thereby enabling them to be left unattended which Justin had down to a fine art.

The college's bursar joined us for the evening meal having arrived on his recently restored traditional wooden slipper launch, this really was a nice looking boat powered by an inboard engine with the rear of the vessel sloping down to the water & the front cockpit had a split Plexiglass fairing similar to that of an old biplane. He moored the vessel & I saw that something really upset him judging by the envelope in his hand. After our greetings he came straight to the point when he passed me the letter asking. "Can you please explain to me about this reverse charge call from America as the accountants are in a right flap?"

I called both Wayne & his mum over, introduced her & she explained the situation which lead to the reverse charge call & her subsequent flight to the UK. Thankfully he was very good about it & I asked him on board the countess where Rick served him a pot of tea with a selection of crackers with a cheese board selection of fine English cheeses whilst I went into my shoulder bag to reach for my cheque book & calculator, worked out her portion of the bill (to include VAT on her portion) & wrote out a cheque covering the amount whilst Rick wrote out his cheque for his mooring fees thus sending him away in a happy frame of mind.

Justin certainly excelled himself having cooked us a really nice lamb hotpot topped off with breast milk ice cream on fruit cocktail with maple syrup followed by both Zena & Wayne's mum doing the dishes when we heard the sound of pop music getting louder as a disco boat approached.

These boats are operated by a number of companies along the river offering river cruises during the day & becoming party boats during the evening where their night time cruises finish around midnight. It was only a couple of years ago when the Honda dealer booked one of these party boats operating from Windsor for their 80th anniversary party comprising staff & customers which was a night of fond memories & the shop's thank you to its customers.

Vivian called each person attending school on board the countess to sort out any deficiencies in their erotic school uniform wear; this was mainly for Luke's benefit as he would be restarting school after the weekend so it was important to sort out his school package now. Zena proved most helpful in this regard having sourced a Tokyo Spider laptop & their smart-phone, both of which were pre-loaded with up to date software & operating systems the same as shop bought items with a plus, his laptop was also loaded with Skype, the sneaky beaky parts wouldn't operate as the laptop wasn't set to operate on their server which to all intents & purposes, it was just another laptop, albeit a strange one, easily explained away as bought from Australia which gave him a really good laptop for school work.

Luke's reports & reference from Werribee Secondary College's principal also arrived in good time by secure signed for air mail which was left sealed for him to hand to his new school, during those last few days I sorted out his Muddy Fox mountain bike replacing tyres & tubes, making a complete set of cables with red outer cables the same as Zoltan's Raleigh Urban Attack, brake blocks, greased & adjusted the bottom bracket & wheel bearings, replaced his saddle for a gel type for more comfort, fitted a luggage carrier & a set of lights whilst Vivian sorted out a strong padlock & chain. I really wanted him to have a dependable bicycle for school & fortunately the rest of the bike was in good condition.

Vivian & I spent the rest of the evening on board the Hand of Glory which was berthed near the swimming hole tree looking through Ted's rather erotic photo album which I must say certainly was an impressive collection dating back to the 1950's & both Vivian & I had rock hard cocks throughout. There were some photos taken of teenage schoolboys wearing women's underwear, bras, skirts, blouses & complete schoolgirl uniforms which were right up Vivian's street & I particularly liked the photos of long haired youngsters.

I looked out of a window seeing a girl walking along the towpath in the failing light, as she got closer, I saw she had long flowing dark blonde hair past her bottom & wore a black see through mesh tee shirt showing her see through training bra, her breasts were tenting out both garments, she wore the tiniest pair of black hipster lycra booty shorts I have ever seen and how it contained his package just beggars belief, her black stockings were held up by a 6 strap suspender belt & she must be wearing lace up shoes to walk on the unsurfaced towpath. My immediate thoughts were this girl's appearance loudly spelled jailbait, I somehow clicked that this was the older boy who arrived on the Antonov & had sneaked out from his dormitory.

I was damn sure this was the youngster who arrived on the Antonov, I pointed him out to Vivian who became aroused straight away, his cock went rock hard instantly wetting his see through white trousers with a jet of pre-cum & chomping at the bit to sink his cock inside his pussy hole. He took out his small night vision device which he last used inside the cinema to ogle him better before passing it to me, OMG, although this was a small device, it was a shit hot piece of kit equal to a military item, I saw this youngster perfectly & it was definitely him, all we could do at this point was watch his next move.

It wasn't long before he stopped opposite the tree & gazed across the backwater, I felt sure he'd seen us even though Ted had doused the light, perhaps he may have seen a light reflection from the lens? For some moments he was like a rabbit alert to its surroundings until he stripped naked, stuffed his clothes into his army green back pack & stashed that inside a waterproof bag, dived in & swam across the backwater.

He exited the water by the tree, stood up & loudly called. "Justin, are you here?"

Justin came running along the track wearing only his black speedos; they embraced each other in a lasting hug as Justin asked. "Kyle, what are you doing here?" He burst out crying & I saw this lad was really hurting, so much so that he would need compassionate handling, after some moments he blurted out. "Dad's been arrested for DUI which makes him barred from Canada & now they're going to deport him. Mum's put me on a plane here & sent me to Uncle's place in the Isle of Wight otherwise I would be ending up in a children's home until I'm 18."

Justin calmed his cousin down; he led him to the British army field kitchen & fired up a burner to boil some water for hot soup. He called me out & introduced me; I became glad to see that Kyle looked upon me as a father figure. I drew on the experiences I witnessed with Jimmy & Luke on their re-union & suggested they have some quality alone time together, Rick proved most helpful in this regard by bedding the pair of them down on board the countess; it was just as well as poor Kyle was still suffering with jet lag. I called the bursar on his mobile to let him know of Kyle's whereabouts & stop any search parties going out trying to find him.

Even from the Island, I could hear the sound of a powerful motorcycle by the church, it sounded like a British built motorcycle & yet it had an uneven exhaust beat, judging from the sounds it sounded like a Vincent V twin which was trying to negotiate the downhill section from the gate, through the apple orchard leading to the sharp right hand hairpin bend & then the further descent to the boat house when the motorcycle's engine stopped. My phone rang with Rob Keene on the line asking me to collect him from the college's river frontage having parked his Norvin next to Vivian's Honda CR750 & locked it with a seriously heavy lock & chain. I called both John & Robert to join Rick & I on the countess & set out to collect him.

No sooner had the countess drew alongside the river bank, Rob stepped aboard with his rucksack & we were under way, albeit at a slow pace in deference to any swimmers who were in the water & to this end I stood right at the bow with Rick's powerful ex military Bardic lamp scanning the water in front of the vessel. This definitely was a prudent move on my part as we encountered a number of skinny dippers & gave them a wide berth. The countess slowed to a snail's pace as we entered the backwater & Rick sounded the horn as most of our group were still skinny dipping in the backwater.

Rob became aghast at the numbers of naked bodies he saw in the water triggering his cock going fully hard which even his leather motorcycle trousers couldn't hide which strained against whatever he wore underneath. A few moments later the countess had rounded the southern tip of the island & berthed for the night. After changing into his pair of black Truwest nylon swimming trunks & leaving his rucksack on board, he walked straight towards the swimming hole tree for a closer look at all the naked teens, he was seeing probably the biggest number of huge cocks, breasts, she males, hermaphrodites & long hair in just this one spot alone & it looked for all the world as though only the elders had masculine bodies.

Rick brought over a freshly made pot of British Airways coffee with a jar of honey & a jug of breast milk with breast milk cheese & crackers & Rob joined Vivian, Rick, John, Robert & I on board the Hand of Glory with Ted, Donald & Marcia.

Earlier that evening, I took the precaution of running out some military D10 telephone cable, connected up Ted's computer & logged onto Rick's account.

It looked for all the world that none of us could keep our eyes off ebay & we either bought or placed bids on motorcycle parts when Rob Keene saw it & jumped for joy. We were all looking at a Lucas KVFTT racing magneto, there was a dozen clear photos of this fine piece with all the new parts laid out which were used during its overhaul, the last 2 photos showed it mounted on a Lucas Magmaster testing device throwing out sparks, there were already bids on it & there was also a caption in blue which read `Reserve not met'.

I had to ask Rob. "How much do you really want this magneto & how much are you prepared to pay for it?" I knew in my own mind that this magneto was worth a fortune, people all over the world would be after it & it would go for a fortune as bids during the closing seconds escalated the price. I knew in my own mind that this would be a lotto cracker job were any one of us to place a bid.

Rob told me that these magnetos were fitted to Vincent Black Lightnings which emphasized its rarity, its rightful place was fitted to a genuine Vincent Black Lightning & knowing what Vincent purists are like, I could envisage Rob copping lots of flak were they to see this on his Norvin.

I said to Rob. "It's your call, if you really want it then place your bid, but you had better be prepared to sell it when the time comes." I saw that he was now deep in thought & decided to let him sleep on it.

Matt came through on Skype from Australia speaking mainly to his father John, I summoned Dorian to the vessel as he wanted Matt to check the filofax for those vintage Suzuki keys part numbers to determine which part number goes with which 2 digit number on a genuine Suzuki key blank. I must admit I haven't heard of this one & remembered Ryan finding a number 22 Suzuki key in the key tin which fits his 1963 Suzuki MD50, this became another item to sleep on whilst we wait for Matt's email.

Kyle felt safe & sound in Rick's bed on board the countess snuggled up to Justin, both of them slept naked & Justin certainly was impressed when he caught sight of his 14 year old cousin's golf ball sized 7 inch rock hard cock nesting in a bush of pubic hair, Justin's gaze fixed onto his chest with his small teenage girl sized developing breasts topped with large pointed breast buds & large half inch sized nipples about three quarters of an inch long. It was during the night that Justin felt the let down in his breasts with breast milk flowing out of his nipples & woke up to sensations of love finding Kyle latched onto a breast drinking his wonderful breast milk as he took his nightly bed time feast when his rock hard cock blasted out his load of teenage spunk onto Justin who pulled off the covers & beckoned Kyle to lick all his spunk off him.

The following morning we rose with the lark, put our swimming trunks on & went for our morning swim around the island. Kyle wore a bright red pair of nylon Truwest swim briefs showing that he was indeed packing & a red printed latex swimming hat worded with Canada displaying the maple leaf logo. I certainly noticed his protruding breasts which looked just like Justin's when he was his age thinking it must run in the family. I spoke to him saying. "Kyle, I want your attention before you enter the water, a number of us are qualified lifeguards whereas I for my sins am also a trainer & assessor, I just want to see that you are a competent swimmer so when you're ready, you can either jump or dive off the river bank or the end of the tree," he gave me a nod & replied. "Sure," in his heavy Canadian accent.

He stepped onto the swimming hole tree, stood on the end whilst gazing at his surroundings then executed a perfect dive into the backwater, he trod water waiting for every one of us to enter the water & no sooner had we started off on our swim around the island, he sped away using a fast & efficient front crawl stroke leaving every one of us behind with both Jimmy & Jordan hard on his tail, there was no doubting that the Canadian's have trained him well.

Both Rick & Ted fired up the British army field kitchen & started cooking our breakfasts whilst we were in the water joined by Justin as soon as he dried himself with his British army hand towel whereas I lit the fire & placed the large tin can billy cans around it for our stirrup pump showers.

There was no doubting that Kyle came prepared for an overnight stay when he joined the queue holding his Canadian army mess tins, cutlery & mug still wearing his swimming trunks with his towel draped over his shoulder, he sat down on the log between Ollie & Luke tucking into his breakfast when my phone rang with the bursar on the end asking him to be dropped off at the college's river frontage at 8-45 am, plenty of time to introduce himself, get to know us & change into tee shirt, shorts & trainers for the return trip, doubtless we would be seeing more of him.

Sure enough Matt's email from Australia arrived during the night & he certainly came up trumps with Dorian's request, to him this was definitely a good find which filled in the blank spaces. He read it off Rick's computer & sent copies to both motorcycle shops, mine & Vivian's email addresses together with instructions for both sets of depth & spacing guide keys.

The next email Matt sent was for John adding some more parts to his/their shopping list. I sent Matt an email regarding Rob's Lucas KVFTT magneto asking him if he could turn up any parts for one, His reply came back asking me to consult Colonel Sanders for a chicken's dentist asking him if he has any gold hen's teeth, this statement had us roaring with laughter when another email came through saying he'll see what he can turn up. At this point Rob made me painfully aware that the auction had just over 8 hours to run.

The teenage lad who Vivian shagged the pants off turned up on his mountain bike beckoning to be ferried onto the island, despite the large numbers of us swimming in the backwater, Rick took the countess opposite the swimming hole tree & took him & his bike on board. No sooner had the countess berthed he changed into his red speedos, ran across the island & jumped in. Jordan called him out to tell him. "If you want to swim with our group you must satisfy us that you're competent in the water," he got out, shrugged his shoulders & stood on the end of the swimming hole tree asking. "What is it you lot want from me?"

"You see where the bend is, just swim to that & back using 2 different strokes & tread water for a minute when you arrive at the tree, that's it".

He dived in & swam to the bend in the backwater on breast stroke, returned on front crawl then trod water which satisfied us that he was OK in the water so we left him to it.

Ted asked Rick if he knew anyone who could fix his antiquated British Seagull outboard & brought him to me, he dug out the engine from the bowels of his vessel & bolted it to a board on the stern leaving me to run a number of checks when it became apparent that there was no spark, oh shit, time to remove the flywheel. I now drew on my experiences from those heady days at Ascot Vale in Melbourne, why a Honda dealer serviced & repaired these motors beggars belief? Melbourne is a city by a large bay so there are plenty of boats as one would expect, this was indeed a money spinner for the shop, especially during the winter months & during my time there it was me who always worked on them.

The factory method of removing a flywheel is to remove the flywheel nut & pull cord disc, one person holds the engine by the flywheel with both hands & an assistant hits the threaded crankshaft with either a plastic mallet & brass drift or just a plastic mallet, it's a crude method which works as unlike motorcycles, Seagull don't supply a factory flywheel extractor.

Between Ted & I, the flywheel came off in seconds leaving me to spend time to clean the points with a small pocket stone followed by greasing the points cam, refitting the flywheel, setting the points & refitting the pull start disc & nut. Normally this works every time yet still no sparks came forth, this became one of those times when I had a serious need for coffee, followed by more coffee, a visit to the toilet, more coffee followed by a joint.

Fortunately I experienced this scenario back at Ascot Vale & back then I was pulling my hair out sat in the tea room throwing coffee down my neck badgering everyone for answers & that was after using the shop's Avometer measuring components & test charging the condenser, it was in a fit of rage that I must have spun that engine over at least a dozen times with the plug out when the boss came over asking about my problem, he wound that engine over on the pull start, saw it had a cracker of a spark & walked smartly back into his office after telling me there's nothing wrong with that engine.

This was one of those scenarios which haunted me for a long time afterwards as my pride was dented, it was some years later when a dealer out in the bush rang the shop with exactly the same problem, I recounted my experiences to him & some time later I got a second phone call from them telling me that their engine had regained its spark & invited me to a barbecue at the weekend, what we deduced from those experiences was that those engines needed winding over to recharge a lazy component. I now drew on that experience winding Ted's engine over a load of times & sure enough, we got sparks. Once I refitted the plug & put some fresh two stroke mix in the tank (These motors run a 10 to 1 two stroke mix), Ted started up his engine on the first pull followed by a huge smile on his face.

The email alert sounded on Rick's computer with Matt's email from Seabrook with a number of photos of a heavily damaged Lucas K2F magneto salvaged from a Triumph drag race bike which suffered a blown engine, it was of the type with pick ups secured by 2 screws with a screw on end cap. Both Rob Keene & I studied the photos seeing one big issue was a broken drive flange & fortunately the broken piece was attached to part of a broken crankcase. I saw that magneto was an anti clockwise rotation; this would require converting to clockwise rotation. Matt came through on Skype with the broken magneto in his hand saying. "Firstly I'll strip this right down as it has to be de-magnetized for welding, firstly a jig is made to hold the broken flange together, welded & machined," pointing to the angled pick up face with a pen. "This face is built up with weld, re-machined flat, the pick up hole machined & the pick up screws re threaded." Pointing to the raised portion on the casting behind the end plate with his pen. "This projection is machined off leaving this surface flat & the end plate replaced with a clockwise item having the cable boss on the opposite side." Rob Keene gazed hard at the screen taking in Matt's verbal commentary like a schoolboy attending his favourite teacher's lecture when John spoke.

"My shed at Seabrook is equipped with a small machine shop, Matt will soon have your magneto sorted," Matt said. "I will need to send off the armature for a rewind & new condenser, source an end casting, correct brass contact breaker block & tap up the local Vincent club to have a cam ring made, once I've finished with your magneto, you can't tell the difference from a genuine item although I will have the bottom of the body stamped so it won't be passed off as a fake,"

John spoke. "We have the tooling to strip & rebuild magnetos except for re-magnetizing & armature rewinds, things like shims, points, oil seals, bearings, insulating cups &c are kept in my roll cab whereas screws, holding clips & other sundries we buy in." I became amazed at this little known side of John's operation or sideline & yet I knew Matt would certainly deliver the goods which we are all itching to see, I said to Rob. I wouldn't bother at trying to bid for that magneto on ebay, besides, it will go for a fortune whatever condition it's in.

Over 2 hours had passed by just in emails & speaking on Skype to Matt whilst the rest of the party were either swimming or sunning themselves in what must have been our laziest morning yet. It was around this time that Justin boarded the countess wearing only his speedos carrying a tray with our coffees with the new lad who's recently joined us wearing bright red speedos carrying a tray of both McVitie's chocolate digestive biscuits & McVitie's fruit cakes. I asked his name & he replied. "Anthony," as he placed the tray down on the folding table, we all saw the huge wet patch on the back of his speedos where Justin's huge load of spunk was leaking through.

Everyone took turns in both canal boat tenders giving their British Seagull outboards a good run for their money burning up several tankfulls of fuel in the process which mixed at a ratio of 10 to 1 makes for a rather expensive two stroke mix plus these engines have to be run at a speed which sees a constant flow of water from the cylinder's outlet port.

This outing proved to be a real education for both Zoltan & Zena who spent the longest time out in the countess's tender with Rick sat at the bow, with good reason too as he was teaching them both boat handling skills & the rules of navigation plus as the tender was also equipped with oars, Rick also had them taking turns at rowing the tender. In many ways I wish James was here in the boat as he's such a good teacher, although he's back on the Isle of Wight busy running summer boat courses & busy building up his fitness for the Royal Marines potential recruit course in October, at least we'll be seeing him for a few weeks after the bank holiday although I did detect a tone in his voice during Skype or normal phone calls that he may yet be undecided about his career.

All too soon the weekend was finally over. Some years the UK experiences beautiful Indian summers well into October plus the river is still pleasant for swimming in September therefore we may still have a few more weekends left on the island.

Thankfully Ted had his TV switched on all morning checking the progress of Sebastian's flight which was delayed by 4 hours; to us it was a godsend although I doubted if Sebastian saw it that way thereby avoiding an early morning airport pickup. Thankfully Jordan jumped at the chance although I guessed it was more about driving the Volkswagen beetle, when I thought about it, I realized he's drove it for more miles than me. A last check of the teletext & Jordan was off to collect him & bring him straight to the island.

Sebastian arrived around lunchtime with his green backpack after leaving his suitcase with his mum, he quickly changed into his black pair of Eyeline nylon bikini brief swimming trunks with their white logo on the back sporting a suntan like ancient bronze, he stepped onto the swimming hole tree & dived into the backwater, I certainly noticed that his swimming skills have improved in leaps & bounds. Although he was jet lagged from the flight, I saw that he was glad to be swimming at what he calls his favourite wild swimming spot; even distance couldn't dampen the alluring pull of this enchanted island.

Jane stood on the grass beside the swimming hole tree wearing her white see through bikini swimsuit watching Sebastian swim whilst lustful thoughts for this teen coursed through her brain whilst wetting the front of her tiny bikini bottoms with her vaginal fluids & her huge erect nipples tenting out her bikini top & leaking breast milk resulting in those areas of her swim suit becoming transparent. Both Justin & Zena wore only their swim suits whilst working like Trojans cooking our lunches which were about to be served & I suggested to him to serve Sebastian last as he was still swimming & one of us would recall him from the water when it would be a good time to introduce him to the new faces in our group.

After lunch, Sebastian lengthened the shelter where Jane slept with both an Australian hoochie & a British army basha, laid out his groundsheet & sleeping bag, sorted out his bed space & went to sleep on top of his sleeping bag, seeing as most of our group were basking in the hot afternoon sun, we left him to it knowing if he got cold he would soon zip himself up inside his sleeping bag.

John's solicitor came through on Skype requesting an immediate meeting of the elders, Rick called out to us from the Countess & within minutes we convened on board looking at the large TV screen. The solicitor opened the meeting with.

"I have some very distressing footage to show you which was smuggled out of a youth prison, I warn you it will shock you to the very core & this youngster is only 14, remember he's someone's kid you're looking at, no kid should ever have to go through this, not on anyone's watch- EVER!"

The video started with the youngster wearing only his underpants beating the walls, bars & the whole area outside of his cell door screaming & crying for water & begging for the fans to be turned on when the solicitor said. "Watch this, this is where they tear gas the poor mite," A stream of liquid sprayed into the building & within seconds the poor kid was screaming, shouting & swearing, "My eyes, my fucking eyes, help me, oh my god!" the video ran for another few minutes showing the scene with the youngster out of sight obviously distressed whilst his loud groaning & crying continuing. "He said. "By hook or by crook, that kid's not staying in there a minute longer, I'm putting a private investigator on it right away." "Email me a copy of that video, wait a minute whilst I fetch Zena then play that video again."

Zena boarded the countess when I explained about the video & she certainly was seething about its content, with her name now added to the copy list, she too received a copy of the video & resent it up to the Antares. What came back was an ultra high definition with a voice print sound bar on the bottom of the screen, not only that, they had hacked both the sender's youtube account & sent an urgent email requesting the lad's name and whatever details he could find.

At first he didn't reply so to prompt him, Zena called the Antares from her Tokyo Spider saying. "You have to locate that phone then send him a text to silence the ring tone, ooh I wish I was on board I'll soon have that link sorted,"

"Don't worry Zena; I'm sure the team will handle this," after about half an hour Zena called the phone which the Antares hacked into, the lad answered with. "Why have you sent me loads of emails & bombarded me with texts? Why have you hacked my youtube account?" "Listen, my name's Zena calling from the UK, there is no malicious intention; it's about the video you posted on youtube,"

"Ah Yeah, what of it?" "Listen to me, that poor kid needs help right now, how far away are you from him? I need to know," "About 10 feet to my left," "I'm having a button compass sent to you, don't be alarmed by the flash, you'll see it on the floor, if a guard comes, you tell him the wiring's all screwed up." Within minutes there was a blue flash of light & a military brass button compass lay on the floor with glass from the light bulb above which failed with a spectacular pop, he pocketed the compass & hid his phone under his pillow just as a guard came to investigate the flash when he called out to the guard saying. "Mister, there's something wrong with the wiring, that globe just blew up." "OK sonny, we'll have your cell cleaned in the morning, just sweep the glass off the floor."

"Zena, are you still there?" "Yes," "How did you do that? Whoever you are, you have beamed a compass into my cell, there's no other explanation," "Right now you don't need to know, just give me a compass bearing from your spot to your mate," "it's due east & he's probably still asleep," "Good, you'll see another flash, this time from his cell, try & wake him & when you do, tell him to hide the phone we sent him & to put on the bracelet, you got that?" "Yeah,"

"What time is your exercise period?" "Just after 6 in the morning" "Right, here's what I want you to do, you make sure he has his phone with him inside his shorts & he's wearing the bracelet, as soon as you're in the exercise yard, you make sure no one's standing within 50 feet of him & he must press the red button on his phone, whatever you see next, however much it may frighten you, don't be afraid, there will be a brilliant flash & it's all over, you are going to have to keep a secret from now on, do you understand me?" "Yeah," "Right, you keep up your end of the bargain and he'll call you."

The youngsters were led into the exercise yard into the first gloom of dawn, for a few moments they just milled around like schoolchildren in a playground when the guards gave the order to line up in an orderly fashion. Lurking up in the clouds was the Antares, the guards were forcibly calling for him to join the line yet the youngster stood fast despite the look of fear in his face when his mate shouted out. "Dylan, press that red button now!" suddenly the clouds were brilliantly illuminated, a searchlight beam shone from the clouds illuminating the youngster & within the next second a blinding flash of light erupted where he stood & he was gone leaving only scorched grass, everyone was in blind panic having witnessed what was thought to be a death ray vapourising the youngster. Everyone heard the loud droning of the engines & watched the illuminated lights move inside the cloud followed by a thunderous roar as the Antares streaked across the skies into space.

Dylan screamed & uttered a loud woo hoo as he arrived in the transporter room to be met by the ship's medical officer & Zena wearing her uniform, all the lad wore was just a pair of shorts & he was barefoot, both his underpants & shorts were heavily stained when he was immediately led to the quarantine chamber & his shorts & underwear were ordered to be incinerated, he was passed a douche bag, took a long shower, passed through the quarantine scanner, passed a spare crew uniform, medically examined & finally allowed on board.

The first place Zena took him was the officer's mess hall & ordered his breakfast, he was allowed to choose any breakfast he could ever wish for yet he settled for a standard crew breakfast with an ice cold double serving of the Garden of Eden fruit juice served with ice balls, his hunger was sated by the best breakfast he's ever had in his life when Zena took him on a guided tour of the ship ending with a private meeting with the captain.

Some hours later the video appeared on Youtube showing the lad being illuminated by a searchlight beam & vapourised in a blinding flash of light followed by the video showing the lights in the cloud from the departing UFO. The video was titled, `Juvenile inmate abducted by aliens'. It went viral & the media seized onto the story before the video was taken down & his accomplice interviewed by Australian security services who confiscated his old phone, he stuck to his story which was the same one which all the inmates & guards who witnessed the occurrence also stated. Enquiries from their security services also found Dylan's record mysteriously expunged leaving him with a clean slate; the file was then placed into the alien abduction file & finally locked away in a secure vault. Within hours Dylan arrived at the island's south green with Zena in a blinding flash of light.

An identical Tokyo spider mobile phone arrived underneath his mate's pillow which was kept well hidden & never found. Its number started with +44, the country code for the UK & both Dylan & his mate maintained communications with each other- in secret.

Dylan recounted his story to the elders accompanied by both Zena & Zoltan which was a very tearful experience for him & there were times when we left the vessel giving him some alone time with Zena. I had to ask him about his home life & at first he didn't want to talk about it, we offered him every chance to contact his parents & there was no way he wanted that to happen. After asking about his mum, she was the one person who tried standing by him but constant beatings from her husband & her drug & alcohol addiction reduced her to a corpulent wreck & yet the love of a mother for her son remained as strong as ever. Zoltan put the suggestion forward of treating her on board the Antares which was new ground for their medical team as treating addictions to them were in the distant past, voice & email traffic flowed between Zoltan & the Antares, a plan was hatched which entailed Dylan being beamed down, finding her, fastening a bracelet onto her wrist & putting a Tokyo spider phone in her hand.

Dylan spent about an hour on the island & stood at the south green with Zena as time was of the essence, within minutes both of them disappeared in a blinding flash just as the Antares hovered up in the clouds & was gone with the roar from her engines sounding in the night.

After about an hour, the ship arrived over Darwin whilst still 20,000 miles up in space, from there they scanned the city looking for her phone signal without success, Dylan looked at the view when Zena zoomed the image closer, from there he picked out the house, an old dilapidated weatherboard house in a run down area on the outskirts of the city with overgrown gardens & rubbish scattered everywhere.

Zena said. "Bad news, if we beam anything either in or out of that house, the whole place will go up in flames & start a major bushfire, we'll have to find another spot to put down."

Dylan scanned the view & found the site of the old drive in, having picked the spot the ship came in for a low level precision beam down. Both Dylan & Zena wore booty shorts & tee shirts with Zena carrying a small back pack. Once on the ground they walked several miles to the house, from there Zena carefully studied the house with her life form detector finding one person lying on a couch, from the image she determined it was a woman, Dylan said. "Leave this to me." He walked up to the front door & knocked, there was no answer, he kept knocking but all Zena saw in the image was her form stirring slightly when she had to do something, she dived into her rucksack & fished out a small locksmith's tool case. It took her several minutes to open the lock with the toolkit which for her was a learning process having to try different implements on what to her was just a primitive cylinder door lock, having entered the house they found her lying on the couch & tried waking her up. Zena took out a medigun which fires doses of drugs into a person, she loaded it with a reversal drug & fired it into her thigh which certainly woke her up despite her condition, she certainly was alive & vital asking. "How the bloody hell did you get here, the cops told me you were zapped by a UFO?"

"Mum, we've no time to explain, just grab your essentials with your documents, passport & driving licence into a backpack now as you're coming with us to the old country." She looked at them with a stunned expression which turned into one of happiness at their reunion.

The first thing she went for was her secret hidey hole where she kept her document wallet containing their passports, birth certificates, driving licence & bank cards, long since cancelled with huge debts owing, she packed a few clothes, changed into tiny booty shorts & tee shirt when Zena clasped the bracelet onto her wrist & placed a Tokyo spider mobile phone in her handbag when at that moment her husband's pick up truck pulled up.

Dylan barked out. "Mum, we have to leave right now!" All 3 rushed out of the back door through the long grass & over the fence just as her husband opened the back door, seeing the trail of disturbed grass; he followed them to the fence barking out. "Whoever you are, I'm calling the cops!"

He jumped in his pick up truck & drove frantically to try & cut them off; they exited the bush when suddenly the pick up rounded the corner illuminating them in the headlights. Dylan screamed. "Run! Follow me," they ran back into the bush with Dylan leading them along numerous tracks when suddenly his mum collapsed & Dylan screamed. "Mum wake up! What's happening?

Zena replied. "Oh shit, the reversal drug's worn off, if I give her any more, it might kill her, we're going to have to carry her," "Quick Zena, lift her on my back so I can give her a piggy back." Within seconds, she took off her back pack & lifted his mum onto his back, hefted her back pack & they continued walking stealthily through the bush, they took turns in piggy backing the woman which finally took over 3 hours to finally arrive at the drive in site, Zena positioned them, pressed the red button & within seconds they were on board the Antares.

They spent a day 20,000 miles out in space whilst Dylan's mum was treated in sick bay, it took them about 8 hours to flush out any remaining drug residues from her system, regenerate her internal organs & start her on an anti addiction course required her to drink a large glass of ice cold Garden of Eden fruit juice every day at breakfast for 2 weeks. They finally arrived at the island's south green to a welcome from all of us & sworn to secrecy.

John's solicitor came through on Skype saying. "I've had my private investigator team working on tracing the youngster & so far they've been coming up against brick walls, so much so that we've had a visit from their men in black who told us in no uncertain terms to drop it, however I do have the transcripts of phone calls from Zena to another youth & copies of both Youtube videos & the video taken of the UFO over Darwin before they were all taken down, is this something which your boat captain's pulled off?

"Yeah, they've had a hand in this & pulled off a really good relocation job, I must say the lad's a really nice one, having brought him here they had to go & rescue his mum, it's a good job they did too as the doctors reckon she wouldn't have lasted much longer."

"I reckon their last job really stirred up a hornets nest what with loads of fighter jets being scrambled. I've done some ferreting around and judging from what I've found, there's definitely a divorce case in the offing, just ask her & I'll have the divorce papers drawn up right away."

Both Dylan & his mum slept like dead men on board London Pride owing to jet lag upsetting their body clocks & the following morning Justin brought both their full English breakfasts on trays, Dylan's mum's tray was sporting a large glass of the ice cold fruit juice with ice cubes & he said to her. "The ship's doctor says you must drink all of this," Dylan asked. "Mum, may I have a sip please?" "Oh go on, just a mouthful," he took a sip then said. Mum, this is delicious; I've had this on the ship."

"Finish your breakfasts then Luke will give you a guided tour of the island."

As Luke walked them both around the island, the sights, sounds & scents of a beautiful late English summer's day played out all around them which were last experienced by Dylan's mum as a little girl yet even after all these years it was likened to a precious recording whereas Dylan hasn't experienced English summer days as he was born in Australia & there was almost 15 years of ill treatment to put right. My seeing him saw the great weight lifted from him, there was a loving side to him which started to come out, his schooldays were only days away & he would have both Luke & Ollie as school friends who would guide him during the proper English school education which awaited him.

I saw that this was going to be a hard ride for him owing to his standard of education being that of a mid primary school aged child & a real challenge awaited us but what we didn't want was the sort of lifestyle most single parents had to endure having to eke out an existence on benefits, living in tiny flats with hardly any furniture, wearing hand me downs or charity clothes & having to go cap in hand to food banks, they deserved better & to this end, Lotto cracker would crunch the numbers for her ticket.

With the holiday weekend over, we all returned to our lives leaving both Dylan & his mum on the island. Ted sat him down on board the Hand of Glory that morning having printed off 11 plus exam format questions from his computer in order to determine his level of education, Ted's cock was rock hard most of the morning constantly leaking pre-cum into the speedos he wore under his shorts doubtless fuelled by having Dylan sat on board his vessel.

Meanwhile his mum spent part of the morning re-living her youth at the swimming hole tree, memories of those carefree days returned as she both frolicked & swam in the backwater, not having a swimsuit amongst her possessions from Australia, she wore tiny booty shorts & a sports bra liberated from the Antares clothing stocks by Zena, after this day she would have to go shopping for her wardrobe & her son's although Vivian would outfit him for school plus Zena would add a Tokyo spider laptop for his school work.

Having arrived back home to the hustle & bustle of getting the youngsters off to school & the lads off to their respective motorcycle shops, working on motorcycles, writing & answering emails, packaging & posting items sold on ebay. I began to wonder if there was going to be enough hours in the day when it hit me. There were loads of things to sort out with Dylan & his mum, firstly she had to get her national insurance number & register Dylan for school, exchange her Australian driving licence for a British one & having already seen it she was also entitled to ride motorcycles. Added to that was having to source a good mountain bike for Dylan. I made up a checklist & started making loads of phone calls which mostly resulted in a mountain of mail arriving during the week.

Dylan's school placement took place right away & he was placed into year 9 with Luke although his previous education deeply concerned the principal & he requested a meeting the following day which meant having to bring them back from the island so I called Rick to have them ready for me to collect them in the morning.

Dylan spent some alone time swimming & generally enjoying himself at the swimming hole tree wearing just a pair of booty shorts given to him by Zena under Ted's watchful eye, I had to know that he's safe in the water & asked Rick to email me a video which turned out to be a fuss over nothing. Meanwhile Vivian was at home sorting through his clothing stocks for Dylan's school uniform, sports kit & raunchy teenage girl's clothes having already measured him up. The youth prison had shorn his blond hair so short giving him the appearance of baldness, this was something which wouldn't go down well at his school but couldn't be avoided especially as long hair was the norm amongst boys which is something the principal would have to educate the rest of the students about whilst Damian's mum would be putting him on a hair growth programme to grow out his hair.

No sooner had I brought them back from the island we had a surprise visit from the immigration department who were quick to point out about their being no record of which flight they arrived on. Both Vivian & Wayne encountered something similar in the USA & blamed it on their computers which was my first counter to their questions, I had to try & instill into them that this may be the case & insisted I collected them from Gatwick airport. As both Dylan & his mum were present, she presented both their passports & birth certificates, whilst she had a British passport & birth certificate, Dylan had an Australian passport with a UK certificate of patriality & an Australian birth certificate, they checked their documents on a similar device to that used at airports proving that their documents were genuine & with their permanent residency status assured & running out of options they had no choice but to leave with fleas in their ears although this delayed their appointment time with meeting the school's principal.

The principal's meeting went well despite discussing Dylan's past life, now living in the UK he felt that those teaching him were well up to the task & with Dylan fully capable of operating either a laptop or computer the main obstacle to his education wasn't there & with some extra tuition he felt confident in bringing him along by the year's end, after that I drove them back to the island where we would be having our evening meals.

Dylan spent his time swimming & frolicking off the swimming hole tree having become enchanted at this wonderful island on the river amidst stunningly beautiful English countryside, only this time he wore a pair of black speedos & I saw that this youngster was definitely packing a whopper. Justin joined him after school & as he stepped onto the tree in the late afternoon sunshine, Dylan certainly got a good eyeful from the water of this long haired teenage sun bronzed she-male beauty, his gaze fixed onto his log like package bulging out his speedos thinking he was sporting a huge erection but it was the sight of his breasts which took his breath away & despite being in the water, his cock became rock hard instantly when it occurred to him that the last time he had a good wank was at the youth prison & both his underpants & shorts which was his cum rag was destroyed on the Antares as they were heavily soiled with both pre-cum & cum stains.

They spoke to each other whilst stood in shallow water by the swimming hole tree & Dylan's gaze remained fixed on Justin's breasts as this was his first time he saw feminine breasts on a boy added to which Justin's breasts were full of milk & his cock was also rock hard. Dylan saw that both breasts were leaking drops of milk from both his huge nipples when he offered him a breast & he immediately latched onto it. Dylan loved having his breasts sucked as this made his balls tingle & his cock shoot a huge load of spunk, the Moorish taste of Justin's breast milk was likened to drinking a magic elixir & he guzzled hard at drinking every drop when Justin stopped him and offered his other breast as he wanted to save the remainder for their coffees.

They exited the water, dried off & boarded the countess straight to Rick's bedroom where Justin sucked him off to a highly intense orgasm the like of which he'd never experienced which had him writhing & screaming on the bed.

Now it was Justin's turn as he took the lube from Rick's cabinet & lubed up both his cock & squirted a generous amount into Dylan's hole, what surprised him was his huge cock went straight in to his balls & Dylan knew how to clench his muscles onto Justin's huge cock, so worked up was Justin that within a couple of minutes he blasted a huge load into Dylan's chute triggering him to blast out a second load of spunk which shot out in jets everywhere.

Dylan's breasts had already developed hugely pointed breast buds with large nipples & Justin finished off by sucking on both his breasts making his balls tingle & a third load of spunk erupting from Dylan's fat 8.5 inch golf ball sized cock.

They spent the next hour relaxing on the bed in their sleepy afterglows when Rick called them telling them that the evening meal was ready, they put their speedos on & joined the others to finally sit on the log with their meals served in British army mess tins & Dylan certainly noticed the British Airways cutlery set & his mum knew by the happy expression on his face that he had the most amazing sex, thoughts of which had her pussy wetting her panties right through to her booty shorts in the knowledge that her son would soon be plunging his rock hard cock into her pussy.

Rick phoned to tell me that Dylan's mum looked as though she was blossoming into a picture of health although she was still experiencing some withdrawal mainly with hunger pangs type sensations, Zena was with me in the living room & stopped what she's doing on her Tokyo spider opened a new channel, typed out an email & sent it up to the Antares. Their return email suggested her having a glass of the Garden of Eden fruit juice with her evening meals for a few days & Rick called back telling her of their new instructions & made her a glass with ice cubes when Justin had an idea, he came on the line asking for Zena saying.

"How much of this stuff do you have & how is it stored?" Zena replied. "There's tons of the stuff on board which has to be reconstituted from its powder form,"

"What if you have some sent down & I'll have a crack at making some ice cream?"

"Justin, that's a brilliant idea, I'll have a carton sent down right away, wait beside the south green to collect it." Within minutes there was a flash at the south green when a carton suddenly materialized, like a child finding a jar of honey, he opened it & collected some on his finger, plunged it into his mouth savouring its exotic sweet taste.

Later that evening Both Dylan & his mum went skinnydipping at the swimming hole tree just as it got dark, this was their first time for both of them where any nervous feelings just melted away in the water, their very appearance was similar to a Madonna & her teenager, even at 30 years of age, his mum looked more like an elder sister especially as during those last couple of days her skin tone was returning & her breasts were starting to fill out again. Understandably she didn't want to lose her son especially after the absence caused by his incarceration, their bonds were becoming inseparable & she so dearly wanted her love to flow out of her breasts into his belly as well as sleeping together & his love to flow out of his large cock inside her.

They both had an enjoyable swim in the backwater, showered with Rick's stirrup pump & dried off in time for their mugs of hot soup, Rick had already made up their double bed & lit his Uco candle lantern containing a citronella candle which not only gives off a pleasing scent & a pleasing light to the room, it also repels mosquitoes.

This was Dylan's first night of raunchy sex with a woman, not only that, he would learn the arts of lovemaking & gaining those carnal secrets equalizing his lovemaking skills to that of a teenage Casanova. This was the night where just like in the Bobby Goldsboro song `Summer, the first time' she would be chasing the boy in her son away & by morning, he would become a young man.

Both were totally naked on Rick's double bed as she lovingly caressed her son with a mother's pride at his Adonis like form of which the size of his cock gave her immense pride, it was rock hard & copiously leaking pre-cum which she licked off, her hands caressed all over his body whilst she gave him intimate instructions, the sight of his protruding breast buds & large nipples instilled more pride in his mum as she lovingly caressed them which made Dylan's balls tingle, she sucked on them like a child which he really liked having done as it gave him such wonderful sensations almost making him cum.

She straddled across him in a cowgirl fashion guiding his huge cock inside her vagina & rode him slowly whilst clenching her vaginal muscles onto his cock which became so hard it felt as though it gained another inch giving her awesome feelings of fullness, his balls & the head of his cock were tingling like crazy building up rapidly to a powerful cum shot when his orgasm overwhelmed him as jet after jet of his hot teenage spunk hosed inside her when suddenly she had a tremendously powerful gushing orgasm which plastered his genitals with her fluids.

They lay there in a lovers embrace in their awesome afterglows & just like a child, Dylan latched onto one of her 38C breasts, gave it a good sucking then alternated between breasts but all that came out was just a dribble of colostrum from each one but to him it was nectar of the gods which flowed out with her love as she said. "Keep doing that my love & I'll soon be making milk just for you," "Oh mum, I would dearly like that very much, just drinking the fruits of your breasts gives me such a hard on," "That's what its all about, it proves my love for you & it's only right that a mum should take care of her boy,"

"Mum, what if I make you pregnant?" "You would be giving me a far more precious gift than your father ever could & we would bring him up properly."

She latched onto his rock hard cock & deep throated him whilst guiding him to lovingly caress his nipples which became like small child's cocks giving him a breast orgasm as they were so sensitive, she sucked on him expertly adding to the already highly sensitive sensations from his cock head & rapidly churning up balls as he built up to another highly explosive intense orgasm which came on so hard, the intensity of it had him thrashing around uncontrollably begging her to stop, added to this was his breast orgasm when small drops of watery milky white liquid oozed out from his nipples the sight of which made his mum proud especially when she licked it off her fingers.

It was this liquid which previously made moist patches on his vest when he sometimes had a good wank at the youth prison which were even larger when someone else either wanked him but especially when he received a really good blow job.

They slept well that night & when she woke up before him she saw his rock hard morning wood cock, guided into her vagina & left it there giving her highly satisfying feelings of fullness. He dreamed of Justin's breasts & how they fed him such a deliciously tasting elixir & his mind even during the fog of sleep wished he had breasts & made milk like him. Slowly the fog of sleep cleared & he awoke to those awesome feelings of his cock inside his mum with her vaginal muscles clenching on it when his cock erupted with jets of spunk inside her as he became fully awake.

Despite his cock being plastered with both their fluids & running out of her pussy, they quickly threw on swimsuits & went swimming in the backwater by the swimming hole tree leaving them refreshed followed by their stirrup pump showers & full English breakfasts watered down with British Airways coffee whilst still wearing swimsuits. After breakfast they both changed into identical sheer black skin tight nylon tee shirts & tiny Lycra booty shorts which did nothing to hide her camel toe or his package when I collected them from the college's river frontage.

Both Ryan & Damian were reassembling the BSA C15 into a rolling frame whilst Jordan was rebuilding the engine when I arrived with Dylan & his mum. My phone had a text message from Bletchley Park with the numbers crunched for the Saturday draw which I passed to her & sent her to the shops on Belinda's Falcon Interceptor ladies framed mountain bike with her son carrying his back pack on Luke's Muddy fox. I gave her £20 to get some chocolate biscuits, a bottle of her favourite soft drink & if they wanted it, some smokes. She brought back 2 bottles of Rubicon mango drink, 4 packets of McVitie's chocolate digestives, a tin of Yorkshire tea, 2 litres of milk, Old Holborn rolling tobacco with fag papers & divided up the change between them.

No sooner was she back; she set to work making the tea only to discover I didn't even have a teapot as we've always used teabags. This got Melanie, Dylan's mum rather upset as she was a staunch believer in English traditions. Not to be outdone; she warmed a saucepan under the hot tap as the kettle boiled, OMG, she really was a stickler for warming teapots. She spooned in the tealeaves stirring the contents of the saucepan before replacing the lid & allowing it to brew for what she called the prescribed time.

She poured out the tea whilst her son held the tea strainer, added milk & sugars & placed 2 biscuits onto plastic plates & called everyone there for smoko (Australian slang for tea break). We all sat around in the back garden & she rolled up smokes for herself & her son.

After tea break, she urged me to log onto ebay & search for any military surplus dealers selling large ex military catering sized teapots & she really meant it. It took a while & luckily I found a dealer who only had 2 in stock, clicked the buy it now & paid for it, the look on Melanie's face said it all, it was then that a strange looking black car drew up, this vehicle didn't have any badges, bore diplomatic plates & out stepped 2 men in black wanting to speak to both Melanie & her son & had strong Australian accents.

Their very appearance was highly intimidating to say the least & they wouldn't even take off their hats or their dark glasses as a courtesy; they sat down at our garden table when one opened his laptop saying. "You are Melanie Bridger & this is your son Dylan," "Yes, what's this all about as we haven't done anything wrong," "We have information concerning your flight here which doesn't show up on any records." "We arrived on a private flight & someone must have loused up the immigration records," "Mrs. Bridger, we have already checked with the UK border agency & they have confirmed to us your immigration status confirming your dual nationality, which is fine with us & so is your son's record which is now clean," "So what is it you want from us?"

"Just a little co operation, I have some video footage to show you which has been digitally enhanced plus we have slowed the important part down," they watched the youtube video shot from Dylan's mate's mobile phone in a very high definition format showing the illuminations in the clouds when a searchlight beam shone on him when there was a brilliant flash & he was gone, the video went on to show the sheer panic amongst the rest then panned onto the departing lights.

The same video was now greatly slowed down by 1,000 times & showed the searchlight from the clouds when another beam materialized, the flash was like a long drawn out genie & showed Dylan slowly dematerializing before finally ascending as a brilliant orb into the clouds when he said. "What you're seeing is a transporter beam taking your son up."

"Now I have some more footage taken from a SR-71 which gave chase to this craft & the pilot almost burned out the aircraft to get these, as you will see, both the footage and the photos clearly show a huge aircraft which we determine to be the size of an ocean liner," the video played out & there was no mistaking it, that craft definitely looked like the Antares when the final shots zoomed in on the name plate which was clearly readable. This was followed by the still shots from the SR-71 & finally air traffic control records showing a large departing aircraft accelerating up to high speed and out into space.

"Mrs. Bridger, both your son and yourself have been brought here from Australia on the Antares, there's no denying it as we have all the proof we need." Zena vehemently spoke out. "What's this got to do with them? After all they were only given a ride, there's nothing wrong in that." "Quite, now look here Zena, both yourself & Zoltan are also crew members of the Antares & your ship is currently in orbit around the earth so tell me, what is the purpose of your visit here?"

Zoltan spoke. "5 years ago, our ship came here on an exploratory visit during which sensors picked up Jimmy here lying on the ground unable to get back on his wheelchair which had fallen onto its side, he was caught in a rainstorm & his vital signs were diminishing, in plain English it means that he was going to die if we didn't intervene so we beamed him up & took him straight to sick bay."

"The doctors saw that he had false legs so my father who's the ship's captain ordered the Antares home & had Jimmy taken straight to hospital. He spent 9 months there having surgery to grow a new pair of legs & surgically join them onto his stumps during which I cared for him & coached him daily through the rehabilitation processes during which we became inseparable friends and he stayed with my family, Jimmy, show these two gentlemen your legs please, as you can see, there is a scar which goes right round both upper legs." Which he showed to them as he wore shorts although they only took cursory glances.

"We brought him home fully recovered but I spent the next few years pining for him so my father gave me this trip. We do not mean any harm to your planet & if you must know there are now 2 planetary civilizations who have signed a treaty to defend it, so all I ask is that you leave everyone alone & wait for the time when we will arrange an official consular visit, good day gentlemen."

"It seems as though you have friends in very high places, we will keep a record of today's visit safe & securely locked away in a secret vault & wish you all well, we will keep our secrets & I trust you will all do the same," then they left.

The visit from those men in black certainly had us guessing as to where & where they really are from; perhaps it's some highly secret government department whose existence is strongly denied, what was mysterious is that as soon as the car left, none of us saw the departing car traveling to the end of our street, it had just simply vanished.

We had a load of shopping to do, sort out both Dylan's & Melanie's kit for the island, the rest of their clothes, Dylan's bike and some of his requirements for school, speedos for swimming and a motorcycle for Melanie.

Both Four points & the military surplus stall at the market supplied both their outdoor kit plus 5 British army towels each, the local cash converters had a nice Marin mountain bike in stock which they kindly delivered, both their clothes were bought locally as were Dylan's school books, geometry set & pen case plus Jane gave him 2 British Airways Schaeffer ball point pens, a British Airways fountain pen & a real leather genuine Filofax personal organizer with the British Airways crest on the front which had a gold plated Cross pen in the pen holder.

The following morning Dylan awoke with his mum in my double bed with a raging hard on buried inside his mum's pussy, as she awoke from the fog of jet lagged sleep, those wonderful feelings of fullness with her son's huge cock inside her pussy overwhelmed her as he massaged her clitoris with his thumb. The sensations of his huge throbbing & twitching cock which was leaking pre-cum inside her like a leaking tap as his balls churned up a huge load of spunk, he was on a knife edge & had already felt several squirts of pre-cum flow inside her when she repeatedly clenched her pussy muscles onto his cock bringing along his highly intense shattering orgasm as his spunk hosed into her with fire hose like jets followed by her intensely shattering gushing orgasm with colostrum leaking out of her nipples & milky white drops leaking out of his.

After they showered, Melanie gave her son a good session with the Noogleberry using the kit's breast pump cups on his breasts before both came downstairs together for breakfast wearing only black bikini Australian Eyeline swimming trunks & black Players nylon vests (obviously from Vivian's erotic clothing stocks). They really loved the caressing feel of the fine silky nylon on their skin & those male trunks certainly had her sporting a huge camel toe & accentuated her son's log like cock & balls bulge & it's those items of clothes they wore as underclothes throughout the day.

Both Zena & Zoltan cooked our full English breakfasts & served up our British Airways coffees but left the jug of breast milk with the sugar in the centre of the table plus everyone also had a breast milk cheese small British Airways brown roll, we were now baking these rolls ourselves thanks to Jane who begged their catering department for the recipe & one of their baking trays, it was whilst sat at the breakfast table Dylan took his cocktail of Damian's mum's supplements.

After breakfast, we saw Ollie, Luke & Dylan ride off to school on their mountain bikes wearing their nice smart see through school uniform trousers & shirts under their school blazers. This was Dylan's first morning wearing a girlie see through black nylon training bra under his white see through school shirt & all 3 sported identical military green Highlander Daylite 15 backpacks with their school stuff & brand new Tokyo spider laptops & mobile phones packed inside.

I drove Melanie in the Honda dealer's pick up to a large military surplus warehouse which sold ex military vehicles as she wanted an ex military Honda XR250, by giving a card number over the phone I instructed them to prepare the machine ready for delivery with all its papers ready so all we had to do was let her test ride it in the yard, load it onto the pickup & quickly dash back to the Honda dealer for myself to carry out its MOT test, sort out Melanie's insurance & send all the documents off to register & tax her machine.

They certainly kept up their end of the bargain with the machine ready to collect as soon as we arrived, Melanie put the keys in the ignition, started the bike on the first kick & rode around the yard with a huge grin on her face, I checked the machine over & all the documents which were in order which were contained in a green British army vehicle document folder normally seen in British army Land rovers. I loaded up the machine & drove to a local MacDonald's for lunch.

After lunch I drove straight to the Honda dealer, whilst the others were unloading the machine, I logged it onto MOT Computerization whilst Melanie sat on the machine, operated the lights, started it up, I guided her through the roller brake test, checked & had to re adjust the rear wheel to correct the wheel alignment, quickly checked the rest over & took Melanie to Antonio's café for take away coffees & sat waiting until the 40 minutes were up then logged back on to enter the test results & print off the pass certificate. Now I quickly had to go next door for her insurance cover note & send off the documents for the machine's registration & tax whilst Melanie rode it home on the Honda dealer's trade plate & parked it in my garage leaving Vivian to take a heavy duty padlock & chain from the display rack & give it to me to take to her.

Dylan was over the moon having came home from his first day in year 9 at a British boys school having made loads of friends, I arrived to see Melanie showing her son the green ex British army Honda XR250 & he was begging her to take him for a spin, of course she had the perfect excuse for that as the Honda dealer's trade plate was still attached. Dylan quickly changed into a tiny pair of booty shorts & a skin tight nylon black mesh see through tee shirt nicely showing his entire upper torso with his training bra, he grabbed one of the spare crash helmets & mounted the pillion behind his mum & they rode off.

Vivian gave Dylan the grand tour of the Honda dealer's shop frequently caressing his lycra covered bottom which was starting to fill out nicely owing to Damian's mum's bubble butt pills & nicely met his approval.

By the time they reached Vivian's office, Dylan's cock was fully hard & his booty shorts were sporting a large wet spot. Vivian lovingly caressed his nipples through his skin tight tee shirt & by now Dylan was gagging for sex.

Vivian gently removed his booty shorts, swimming trunks & tee shirt leaving him naked, he massaged lots of tingling lube inside his boy pussy hole & onto his rock hard cock then gently pushed it fully home inside Dylan's boy pussy hole.

The tingling lube was having a profound effect on him as whilst Vivian slowly thrust into him, his boy pussy was rapidly clenching onto his cock which worked him up so much that within a minute he gushed huge amounts of his fine mature spunk inside him whilst Dylan's spunk blasted out all over his desk.

So incensed was Vivian at the sight of spunk on his immaculately kept desk he loudly demanded. "Clean that lot up you little shit & when you're finished licking it up, you don't go to the toilet, you go home to your mummy with sticky knickers."

He mounted the pillion seat of the Honda XR250 for the return ride home as huge after leakages of his spunk leaked through both his swimming trunks & booty shorts whilst huge lots of Vivian's spunk leaked through both garments onto the seat of the motorcycle, no sooner had they entered my house, Melanie looked at her son with pride at the huge wetness on his booty shorts as her leaking pussy flooded her underwear. It was time for his evening course of supplements & a session on the Noogleberry.

To be continued.