Looking him in the eye, I said, “They don’t pull the Special Air Service away from Perth, fly them across the continent in a few hours, for a dril... in New South Wales. What’s up?”“I couldn’t say, Sir. Move along.”Jim moved along. In the side mirror, I could see the soldier speaking to a collar microphone.So ... late the next day ... after we had unloaded the truck and outsourced the gold ... the sandy-colored berets came calling. A bird colonel no less.Jim was grinning. “Flying Saucers .... He could hide behind the masks of make up and make belief.He took a sip and saw the delicate pale crescent his lipstick left on the thin glass. He also heard the rattle of his colorful bracelets, smelling the authentic sixties perfume they’d all chosen.“Ah man, you look great,” he heard.Turning around he saw Jo, grinning. His kinky hair was teased into a huge Afro, his eyelids a blazing mint over long fake lashes. The pale lipstick made his pulpous lips stand out against the blushing. Then we just need to find some trash for the demo!Since we don’t really have trash, I’m thinking we could visit one of the nearby shops and get a couple of their shopping bags, then we can collect some trash in the park by asking people to put their garbage in our bag instead of the recycle bins. Once we have a few bags full we can go to the collection bin and record the demonstration.”Jacob said, “I’ve got both construx here, we just need somewhere to put them, and by default they already have. Aunt Shari served drinks but grandpa teased her, "Shari, I was hoping for special cocktails that Tom keeps boasting about."Shari blushed, "That would need help from all of you."Aunt Shari took her shirt off. Uncle Tom took my tee shirt off and soon my panties were on the floor. I unbuttoned his shorts and soon his massive cock as thick as grandpa was open for all three girls to admire. Libby had made short work of grandpa's shorts and shirt.Aunt Shari explained what grandpa was hinting at,.