Jim is the best that I had ever seen at quantity consumed and being able to hold his liquor but those Aussies could drink him under the table and that...was only the women. When we got home we were back in construction and drinking every night and fucking as often as we could.I had turned to talk to Jim after Ray went to the other end of the bar when the old man came up. He was very polite and said that he and his wife had noticed us many times in the bar and they would like to buy us a drink and. I said girls since the youngest I have taken to bed was just 18 years old. I should not be called a child molester (she was no child anyway) since it was with her mother’s permission and it was along with her mother. It was a threesome as you will read ahead. On the other hand the oldest, I bedded was her mother, who was 40 years old at that time.I have been asked and it is quite natural of skeptics to ask this question: How is it that I remember minute details of events that happened more than. We were completely hidden from the narrow lane let alone the road and Lisa turned the engine off and got out without even saying a word. The boot opened and I could see she had a bag with her. The sun was bearing down and it was hot…very hot and I sat there waiting for an instruction.“Come on then!..give me a hand” Lisa instructed as she was still looking in the boot“Coming” I replied as I got out, feeling the heat straight away. It was a dry heat that made you clothes stick to you which would. At weekends he made regular visits to a car breakersyards in search of prized components and I often wentwith him. They seemed to me then to be a peculiarlymasculine environment full at weekends of chaps inoveralls clambering like mountaineers over the deadcars piled high, or lying sideways on in pools of muddyoil. One in particular he favoured, they seemed tospecialize in sports cars and the two men at the placeseemed happy to let him know if some particularlyinteresting bit had turned up. In.