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Author: Willy Tamarack
Title: The Chronicles of Willy Tamarack - Recuperation
Part: 11 of 30
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   !!!!!  ATTENTION !!!!!

   Before we get going here, several notes.  The following is a sex story.
A stroke story.  A porno story.  The content is unsuitable for youngsters
and some adults may find it objectionable.  I've ensured my material is
properly coded and registered.  Adults, who have custodial responsibility
for young minds, must ensure this smut doesn't fall into their children's
hands.  To charge the government with that responsibility.  Wow !  Don't
get me started.

   All my stories are total fantasy.  They are fiction, made up.  MSU (made
shit up).  I started this effort in several forms before deciding on "The
Chronicles" for a direction.  Yes !  he is risen !  Willy discovers more of
his past in the suitcases as he recuperates at Ashley's on the Balboa
Peninsula.

   And while the plot and subplots of the following tale stem from the
author's fertile imagination...The characters...Well, the characters are
also total fantasy.  They don't exist, never have and never will.  Any
public figures mentioned are for background and time line purposes only.

   Remember now...Sex should be fun !  As always e-mail your comments to
the usual.

   The Chronicles of

   Willy Tamarack

   Recuperation

   (MF oral)

   by

   Willy Tamarack

   With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S.  Constitution

   Chapter Thirty-one

   I opened my eyes just a fraction.  The window shades were up and I could
see dawn was approaching.  The shadow was still sitting in the chair at the
foot of the bed.  I acted as if the shadow was always watching me.  I
rolled to my side.  The shadow got up and came over to the bed.  He looked
over my shoulder.  I kept pretending I was asleep.

   "Willy, you up ?" It whispered.  I didn't answer.  The shadow retreated
across the room and slipped out the door.  It was getting light outside.

   I rolled out of bed and moved to the door.  I was stiff and
un-coordinated, falling against the wall on the way.  I listened at the
door.  Silence.  I noticed my stuff on the dressing table, the two towel
bundles and the gun.  I moved to the window and looked out.  All I could
see was an alley way of some such about fifty feet from the window.  I
looked up at the locking mechanism on the window, no alarm.

   Just then the door burst open and in walked Micky Rincon, carrying two
cups of coffee.  The rich aroma of coffee filled the room.  "Trying to
escape ?  You dumb ass !  Get back in bed." Micky put the coffee cups down
then took me by the shoulders, pulling me back to the bed.  I sat on the
edge.

   "Listen to me, Willy." My eyes were focused on Micky Rincon.  "I found
you Friday night in the Balboa Bay Club parking lot.  You'd just pushed a
sailboat out into the bay after unloading your stuff.  It's now early
Sunday morning.  No one is advertising that they are looking for you.  I've
read all the local papers plus the L.A.  Times and listened to the local
news on several stations.  You're safe here for as long as you want." Micky
had retrieved the coffee.

   "Here you go, Willy, drink some of this.  Then we'll discuss some
options.  You hungry ?  What do you want to eat ?" Micky paused before
continuing.  "There are a couple of women living here.  A mother and
daughter.  You are in their guest room.  I vouch for both of them." I
smiled and then it rushed out of me.

   "Bacon and eggs would be great and I could use a joint made out of
something other than seeds and stems." I paused for just a moment.  "I'm
sorry about the other night, Micky.  I'm a long way from home and don't
have much of a clue how I got here." My mouth was watering when I finished.

   Micky turned and moved to the door.  He called out into the hall. 
"Bacon and scrambled eggs, Ashley.  Can you handle it ?" I could hear a
woman calling back, "Sure !"

   Micky looked embarassed when he turned to face me.  "Yea, she's loaded
and I've balled both of them.  In a couple of days I bet you'll be game for
just about anything." Micky smiled while pulling a pipe and bag of weed out
of his pants pocket.  He packed the bowl and watched the eager anticipation
on Willy Tamarack's face.

   I smiled as Micky lit the bowl.  It smelled like better shit than I had
been smoking.  I'd throw that shit away.  I was just a car ride away from
the suitcases.  I eagerly reached for the pipe when Micky was finished.

   "Wow !  Oh !  Wow !" Is all I said after my first huge hit.  I took
another.  Micky smiled.  Already he was throwing around the idea of
introducing Willy Tamarack to "Snake" Edwards.  After all Willy had done
this before.  During the peak years Willy was producing close to three tons
a year.  At the beginning, his worst was usually better than the preminum
being sold on the street.

   But Willy didn't sell on the street.  He sold through a spider web of
connecting friends.  From those who smoked only on weekends to those who
smoked every day...From people his own age to youngsters in their early
teens, Willy's friends and friends of friends spread huge amounts of
quality marajuana all over the entire Las Vegas valley and Southern
California.  By the time he established his farms down in Sinaloa his brand
was a known name and usually went for a premium price.  It was funny how
his legend grew even more after he disappeared.  It didn't hurt that his
farms continued to consistently produce superior weed.....

   .....I had memories of the fields of green.  I remembered that first
harvest.  Wow !  I'd never seen such amounts of marijuana and it was all
bud !  It took us weeks to package the stuff and send it north. 
Forty-eight hours later the message was sent.  The package was ready for
pick-up in 'Vegas.....

   ".....Need some info here.  The suitcases, how big are they ?  Will they
fit into the Mustang ?" Micky's questions interrupted my thoughts.  I was
staring at him then held up my hand.  This was disconcerting.

   "How do you know about the suitcases !?" I asked.

   "That's all you talked about while you were out.  `Got to get the
suitcases.' You repeated it over and over.  That and you needed to hide
out. They're after you.  The rest was unitelligible."

   I was drinking my coffee and looking over the rim at Micky.  There was a
knock at the door.  Micky called out, "Come on in, Ashley." A very
attractive, platinum blonde lady entered the room with a tray.  I could
smell the food and started drooling.

   The atractive, platinum blonde sat in the chair Micky used last night.
Micky sat on the end of the bed.  After introductions they allowed me to
eat in silence.  After several minutes the woman got up and, looking over
at me, said, "I knew your parents, fine people.  I feel your pain on losing
them." She left the room, closing the door behind her.  Micky started as
soon as the door closed.  He was excited.

   "Well, will they fit in the Mustang ?" I nodded my head.

   "Will I need a shovel ?" More nodding.

   "Relax, Micky." I interrupted.  "I'll tell you the whole thing in a bit.
First, this is what I know for sure.  I escaped from the California State
Mental Hospital at Camarillo.  I stole a boat at Port Huneme and sailed
down here.  There will be people looking for me." Willy took another hit
off the pipe.

   Micky held up his hand.  "Okay, if you're up to it we'll leave tonight.
I'm assuming the suitcases are relatively close by ?"

   "Yea, within a couple of hours.  We'll need a shovel and fifty feet of
rope.  Any problems ?" I returned.

   "I'll get it.  Don't worry about that.  I've got a line on a place in
'Vegas.  Lake Las Vegas, in fact.  It's very secure.  I've been there and
checked it out.  I think you might get along with the people there, if you
follow me.  Now that I came home a war hero, they're very interested in my
services."

   "I'm not surprised but that doesn't change a thing.  I won't work under
their thumb." I imagined who these people were.

   "I'm sure something can be worked out.  Willy, I recieved a large cash
settlement when my father died.  It'll buy a lot of grow houses. 
Seriously, think about it." I was rolling my eyes toward the ceiling. 
"Now, listen to me, I'm serious, you couldn't find a better place to hide
out..." Micky went on to describe the "Hacienda" and all the advantages of
laying low there.

   What choices did I have ?  Not many.  Thoughts of me hooking up with any
number of people populated my mind but they all appeared as a mirage,
exploding into thousands of pieces when I moved closer to identify them. 
What I had was a young guy with connections to some shady people in 'Vegas.
I imagined them being more guys in suits like Micky's old man was.  They
were the dangerous type.  Giving others orders to do their dirty work.  It
scared me but then I didn't have any other options at the moment.

   *****

   Micky found a Home Depot and bought the supplies he needed.  On the way
back he stopped at the Balboa Bay Club and jogged out to "Yachtsman's"
boat. He was topside, wating for him.  Micky climbed aboard.

   "Back so soon, Micky.  I'm honored."

   "Thanks for the weed, Mike.  A little birdy in 'Vegas told me it was
from your special stash."

   "That little birdy wouldn't be named Colleen, would it ?!" Both Micky
and "Yachtsman" smiled.  Micky continued.

   "I've run into a friend of mine who was very connected to that scene a
while back, both growing and distribution.  He needs a place to hide out
for a while.  Do you have a secure way of talking with 'Vegas ?"

   "Yes, I can put you in touch with them.  You realize how stoked this is
going to make `Snake', don't you !?"

   "Yea, I know.  But this is just too good a fit.  This guy needs some
place to lay low for a while and the almost empty "Hacienda" fits the bill
to a `T'.  No heads-up to 'Vegas, okay !"

   Chapter Thirty-two

   There was a drizzly fog covering the beach.  The night air was more than
cool.  Camp Pendleton training grounds spread out to their right as the two
shadows made their way along the fence line.

   The old man was stopping at every fence post and saying something over
and over again.  It sounded like chanting and Micky feared this was a
stupid, wild goose chase; an old man's marijuana induced fantasy.  The rope
was over one shoulder and Micky was carrying the shovel.  They'd been
walking for several minutes now, the Mustang having disappeared in the fog.

   I stopped abruptly and felt the fence post again with both hands.  I
then moved very quickly, twisting the wire and opening a section of
fencing, laying it down on the sand.  I crossed the fence line and waved
for Micky to follow.  Micky followed at a trot.  We were inside the wire
now and continuing down the fence line.  Again I stopped abruptly next to
another fence post.  Two steps along the fence line and then seven steps
west, toward the ocean.

   I was on my hands and knees pawing at the sand with my hands.  Micky
followed my lead.  In just a few minutes of digging the rope became visible
in the sand.  I held it tight.

   "Get the shovel.  Start digging." I picked up the rope we brought with
us and went back to the fence line.  I tied it to the fence post and
brought it back to the beginnings of our hole.  While I watched Micky dig,
I realized how in over my head I was.  I wasn't forty any more, not even
fifty.

   Two hours later, and I took my turns at the shovel, we hit the
suitcases. Twenty minutes later all that remained was the hole in the sand
on a deserted part of the Camp Pendleton Exercise area.

   The Mustang was headed back north on I-5 at zero four-thirty.  It was
still very foggy out and dark.  Willy was leaning against the door,
sleeping.  Two suitcases were in the trunk, the third on the back seat. 
Micky Rincon was curious as to what was in the suitcases.  He'd wait to
call 'Vegas until after he got some answers.

   *****

   Ashley Wentworth would not take her eyes off the suitcases until Micky
woke up and came out to relieve her.  Adell was in the front room, watching
T.V.  Before she went to watch T.V.  mother and daughter had argued for
hours about the men who were living with them in Ashley's home.  The
excitement that attached itself to these men was almost an afrodisiac.  The
older man was here just three days before making three large suitcases
appear out of where ?

   "Mother, I'm betting that there is money, drugs and guns in this old
man's suitcases.  I was listening at the door the other night and heard him
calling out that he was being followed or something like that."

   Ashley looked over at her daughter, "And what do you propose we do ? 
Kick the old man out ?  Micky says he hasn't found anyone looking for him.
Plus he's working on moving him to Las Vegas."

   Adell reached for a joint in the ashtray, "Well, Micky's weed is really
good.  If the old man's is as good, he can stay for a while !?" Hard to
tell if she was joking.

   "You smoke too much weed, Adell.  Are you still hanging out with that
doper you went to high school with ?"

   "Yea, mom, but he doesn't carry a gun or anything." Ashley looked over
at her daughter.

   "Don't feel comfortable, daughter ?  Move out." Ashley continued, "I'm
staying put and helping my friend, Micky and his friend, Willy.  Get on
board or move out.  I'm serious, daughter.  This guy makes me horny
twenty-four hours a day."

   Adell stared at her mother until she turned to watch T.V.  Micky walked
into the kitchen moments later.  "Any problems, Ashley ?"

   "There they are, darling, nobody's touched them." Micky went to the
refrigerator and pulled out a two liter bottle of orange juice.  "When do
we get to open them ?" Ashley continued.

   "When he says so.  That's when." Adell walked into the kitchen.  Micky
looked over at her and immediately felt horny.  She was wearing just a
shortie night gown.  "Adell, if you wear that around the house when Mister
Tamarack gets up, I won't be held responsible." Ashley laughed.  Adell
blushed before leaving the kitchen.

   *****



   I woke with a start.  Once again I couldn't remember how I got here.  It
was the same room I'd been in since I arrived here and the sun was very
bright outside.  I sat up in bed abruptly, the perspiration starting to
form on my brow.  Where were the suitcases ?  I looked around the room and
then started getting out of bed.  I was dizzy for a moment.  I found my
clothes and dressed.  One thing I was sure of; the two of us carried the
suitcases to the car.

   I remembered Micky complaining about the weight.  Yes, they were heavy.
Two of them had AK-47 machine guns broken down and packed with packages of
cash that were shrink wrapped into thousand dollar bundles.  Also packed
with the guns were packages of shirnk wrapped bundles of the best marijuana
I had ever grown.  Those packages were marked with a purple smudge of
marks-a-lot.  The ones with a purple and orange smudge were the very best.
I felt those had afrodisaic properties.  There were many more of those.

   I was dressed and looking out into the hallway.  I could hear voices and
walked toward them.  They were down stairs in the front room, watching some
all news network.  They didn't notice me standing against the wall.  I
could see the suitcases lined up across the room.  Anxiety drained out of
me.  I felt I could trust them now.

   I walked out into the front room, "Wow !  I must have passed out on the
way home.  Sorry, Micky."

   "No sweat, Willy.  You remember Ashley ?"

   I nodded.  Micky continued.  "Her daughter is in her room, across the
hall from yours.  Adell is her name.  Not quite as good looking as mama." I
smiled.  Ashley blushed.  "Your stuff is over there." Micky nodded toward
it.  "You want me to carry it up to your room ?"

   "I'd appreciate that, Micky.  Ashley, mind if I rummage around in the
ice box ?"

   "Sure, Willy, anything you want.  I haven't heard that in a while...Ice
box." Ashley laughed.  I moved into the kitchen.  I had some bacon out and
was frying it in a pan on the stove.  There was toast in the toaster when
Micky entered the kitchen.

   "Stuff's in your room.  You made a decision on where you want to hide
out yet ?  And I have not talked to 'Vegas.  You could stay here for a
while ?"

   I looked up from turning my bacon.  "Thanks, Micky.  Let's keep it that
way for a while.  No sense getting everyone all riled up over nothing. 
Follow me ?"

   "Sure, Willy.  Loud and clear.  Ashely and I are going to the Club for
dinner.  You're welcome to come if you want ?  Ashley said she could
probably get your parents membership transfered to you if you paid back
dues.  Sounds like a deal to me, Willy."

   "Thanks, Micky but I'll be staying home tonight.  The Club membership
sounds cool, though.  Thanks for keeping an eye on my stuff while I got
some rest, Micky." I went back to cooking bacon.  Micky left the kitchen.
He was sure "Yachtsman" would be at the club.  He'd have to make sure he
didn't communicate anything to 'Vegas.

   I had finished eating and was upstairs in the guest room with the door
closed.  I'd listened at the master bedroom doors and was sure Ashley and
Micky were getting ready to go to the Club.  There was silence at the
daughter's door.  I struggled to get the first suitcase up on to the bed.

   I opened the latches.  I struggled again to spread the suitcase wide
open.  There was one of the broken down AKs, the rest was money and weed. I
smiled and picked up one of the bundles of weed.  It was marked with purple
and orange marks-a-lot smudge.

   I looked at the cheap watch on my wrist.  It was coming up on
sixteen-fifteen, just starting to get dark out.  I closed up the suitcase,
latched the latches and lowered it to the floor.  I picked up the lightest
suitcase, flung it up on the bed and opened it.  More weed and money plus a
lot of CDs, hard disks and thumb drives.

   There was also a cell phone with the battery taped to the case.  I
reached across the suitcase and took a hold of the phone.  In just moments
I had the battery installed and pressed talk.  I heard a bunch of beeps and
squeaks then a dial tone in my ear.  I couldn't remember what the phone was
for, turned it off and dropped it back into the suitcase.  There was also
an assortment of glass pipes and roach clips with papers to roll joints,
along with a number of passports littered about the suitcase.

   In the far corner of the suitcase, packed in boxes, were bottles and
bottles of tiny blue pills.  I racked my brain and then another window
opened.  I remembered what the pills did.  I smiled.  They were better than
the weed.  I always felt the weed was more of a mind game.  Tell someone
that they are going to feel a certain way after smoking and you've already
planted the seed.  It's just a matter of time.  I laughed and opened the
package of dope I got out of the other suitcase.

   The third suitcase was packed identically to the first one, an AK
packaged with a lot of packages of weed and money.  I started to make a
mental list of the shit I would need.  A computer for sure.  I imagined I
would have to learn all new programs.  I was five, six years behind.  I was
sure many were using my way of communicating, encrypted email.  Only
mailing when you were flush and wanted to distribute.  Your friends never
mailing you until invited.  It worked.  That and only dealing with people
you know well, friends.

   I packed a glass pipe with a pinch of the pot I pulled out of the hole I
tore in the shrink wrap.  I took a hit off the pipe, using the lighter I
ripped off from the mental institution.  One hit took me to the moon.  I
had to sit on the edge of the bed.  Just the suitcase with the computer
stuff and dope paraphinela was open on the bed.  Wow !  I couldn't believe
how loaded I was on one hit.  I put the pipe down on the end table.

   Chapter Thirty-three

   Adell smelled marijuana as soon as she entered the hallway.  She knocked
on his door.  "The door's open," came from inside.  She opened the guest
room door and walked into the room.  Two suitcases were standing upright at
the end of the bed.  The third was open on the bed.  The old man was
sitting beside it.  Some packages looked like money, the others had to be
weed...A bunch of computer parts and disks.  Two out of three, not bad she
thought and the other two could have guns in them ?!  She though her boy
friend was big time, selling a quarter pound.  The old man had what
appeared like hundreds of packages of weed and more than that were just
money.

   He held out a pipe.  Adell took it out of his hand.  He offered his
lighter.  She torched the pipe.  They hadn't even introduced each other. 
The hit was half way down when she almost fell over backward.  She would
have if he hadn't grabed her wrists.

   "Good shit, right ?" I asked.  The young lady was looking at me but not
focusing.  She blinked her eyes a couple of times.

   "Oh !  Fuck !  What was that ?!" Adell exclaimed.

   "It's the best weed I've ever grown.  So good it makes you horny." I
stated matter of factly.  The young lady was dressed in just a house coat
and I was pretty sure she was almost naked underneath.  I could feel my
cock getting hard.  I leaned back on the bed.  My cock was already showing
in the slacks I stole from the mental institution.  I'd have to get some
clothes of my own, I thought.

   Adell couldn't believe what she was feeling.  She was starting to feel
horny.  She couldn't help but watch the old man's hardon grow in his jeans.
Her nipples were starting to erect, starting to make bumps through her baby
doll and housecoat.  This guy was way older than her mother's boy friend,
who she screwed a couple of years ago.  But already she imagined she was
going to do it.

   When she looked up at my face, I got to my feet and dropped my jeans to
the floor.  I wasn't wearing any underwear and my hard cock was pointing
right at her.  My shirt came off and now I was naked.  I moved toward her.
My hands were on her breasts, pinching her nipples.

   "I haven't been with a woman in over five years.  I imagine you're going
to have a real good time until I run out of gas." I smiled at her, my hands
were inside her housecoat, weighing her breasts.  Her nipples were hard. 
"Let's start in the shower.  You got some sizzors ?  You can trim my bush."
My cock was bobbing up and down.

   Adell's housecoat was open and being pushed off her shoulders.  His
hands traveled to her bare ass and he massaged it, pressing his hardon
against her.  It felt almost hot with just the baby doll between it and her
belly.  And while he was no where near Micky's size, more her boy friend's,
she was leaking already.  She could feel the stickiness between her legs.

   Like the other night with Micky and her mother when she turned into a
slut on just a few drinks and some weed.  This afternoon it was just one
hit of weed.  She believed the old man.  The weed made her horny but now it
was the old man who was driving her insane, grinding against her, his hands
massaging her butt cheeks, pressing them together.  God !  She wanted cock.
His tongue was in her ear.

   "Sit on the bed, Adell." How did he know her name ?  She was spread
before him, leaning back on the bed.  His hands were on her knees, pushing
them further apart.  She'd just shaved yesterday and was smooth as a baby's
butt.  His mouth, lips and tongue were on her thighs.  She could hear him
murmuring to her as his mouth worked it's way toward her cunt.  Her lips
were already being pulled apart.

   I just smelled her for a while before tracing my tongue from where her
butt cheeks came together right up to the bud of her clitoris.  She tensed
up and moaned real loud.  I licked her again.  The moan was louder.  She
was real juicy and I licked it all up.  She was starting to push her cunt
into my face as I gobbled her cunt butter.  Two fingers in her and she was
fucking back at my hand.

   My cock was like set cement.  I stood and pushed it against the spread
cunt before me.  I sunk into her and started fucking immediately.  She had
her legs around me and was grabbing her ankles as I pounded my cock in and
out of her.

   Adell started to cum when he reached beneath her and slid his finger
into her asshole while he was fucking the shit out of her.  She couldn't
help bucking up into him as he fucked her.  Other than the size, the energy
was on a level with Micky and Adell was starting to think that her boy
friend was a weak dick.  She was sweating as he fucked her, his bare chest
sliding all over her tits, his groin thrusing his cock in and out of her
like an eighteen year old.

   I was ready to cum.  I abruptly ripped my finger out of her nice, greasy
butt hole and let her squeeze the orgasm out of me.  I just rode her and it
was a good ride.  I was already thinking of fucking her mother.  Adell's
blonde hair was plastered to her forehead, rivelets of sweat were running
down her chest from below her tits.  I was still hard and thrusting in and
out of her.  She was no longer tight.

   I fell to my knees on the floor.  Her legs were spread around my head
and her gapping cunt was right there, drooling cunt butter.  I leaned
forward and licked her, batted her clitoris around for a few seconds.  She
screamed and tried to close her legs around my head.  I wrestled with her
until I was fucking her again.

   Adell was screaming out another orgasm as he fucked her like a mad man.
She was on her side, still wearing the baby doll up around her neck with
her top knee pressed up against her breast.  He was straddling her other
leg and driving his cock in and out of her like he'd just started.  Another
orgasm was cramping her belly.  Another of his fingers was crawling up her
asshole.  She was thrusting her butt back and forth as he filled both of
her holes.

   I pulled out of her.  I was still hard and thought about sliding it up
her ass.  She was more than ready.  I sat back on my heels.  I was whiped.
We were sharing the bed with the open suitcase.  I closed up the suitcase
and moved it off the bed.  Adell had her eyes closed and was resting on her
side, her baby doll top still up around her neck.  She had a very nice rear
end.

   I moved her around on the bed and covered her with a sheet and cover.  I
climbed in with her.  I was asleep in minutes with a very wide smile on my
face.

   *****

   Ashley was talking with some of her friends.  Micky was at the bar with
"Yachtsman" and Jill.  The three at the bar had been talking about Micky's
friend.

   "You're not going to give me the guy's name !?  That's going to be a
problem with 'Vegas.  They'll want to vet him."



   "No and I don't want you giving 'Vegas a heads-up, capice ?!"

   "Yea...Yea...You mentioned it a dozen times now.  I haven't called them.
So it may be a while, then ?"

   "Yea, he's kind of out of it.  But if I talk him into it, `Snake's'
going to think I'm a magician.  And I've already vetted him, `Yachtsman.'
He saved my ass one summer when my old man was being a real asshole."

   "`Snake' already thinks you're a magician.  Some of those ladies you
were courting long ago are still asking about you, according to Carlos."
"Yachtsman" laughed.  Jill Olson looked at Micky Rincon in a different
light.  Micky noticed the interest flash in her eyes.

   He would love to have Jill and Adell to himself for a couple of hours.
He knew he could talk them into going down on each other.  He was getting
firm just thinking about it.  He looked at his watch.  It was almost nine.
He wanted to get Ashley home and fuck her.  He wondered how Willy would
react ?

   Micky went to Ashley's side and after another introduction was able to
guide her to his car.  He thought back to Jill's interest and wondered if
he could hook her up with Ashley through `Yachtsman' ?  He was sure he
could make it happen.  He was getting excited again.  He took Ashley's
wrist and guided her hand to his growing cock.

   "Oh !  I like that." She was rubbing him.  "Am I going to have to share
tonight ?" Her grip on his cock was firmer.

   The Mustang had entered the alley behind Ashley's home.  The garage door
was already up.  As Micky drove into the garage, Ashley's fingers were
drawing down his zipper.  Micky was barely able to keep his dick in his
pants before they got into the house.

   It was dark in the house.  Ashley turned on the kitchen lights and it
was bright as day.  Micky came up behind her and slipped his arms around
her.  "Willy's a pretty wild guy when he gets loaded.  I wouldn't be
surprised if he got your daughter loaded and fucked her brains out while we
were gone." He was feeling her braless breasts.  Her nipples were hard.  He
was grinding his semi against her ass.

   "Jesus !  He's got to be sixty.  I don't believe it !"

   "Wanna bet ?" Micky teased her.

   "Sure, why not.  I get you all alone if I win.  If you win, you can turn
me into a slut again." She wiggled her butt against his boner.

   The two of them climbed the stairs and tip-toed down the hall toward her
daughter's bedroom.  The door was closed.  Ashley opened it.  The bed was
empty.  She turned to Micky.  He smiled.

   "Want to take your clothes off now, Ash ?" She crossed the hall and
slowly turned the door knob.  The door opened just a foot or so.  Micky
leaned over Ashley and saw that Willy was sleeping with her daughter, both
of them out like lights.  He reached down and took a hold of one of the
cheeks of her butt and gave it a good, firm squeeze.  He pulled her away
from the door.

   "Come on, slut, you're mine." Ashley was busy un-buttoning her blouse as
Micky pulled her toward the master bedroom.  Micky left the doors open on
purpose.  He knew Ashley would be noisy enough to wake them and then there
was but one thing to do !  Join them !

   Ashley turned to face him with her top un-buttoned, her bare breasts
flashed into his vision.  Micky grabbed his penis.

   "Come and get it, Ash." She dropped to her knees and knee walked to him.
His fly was half way down but she un-did his belt and opened the button
before pulling them apart.  His bone was right there growing down his
pant's leg.  She tugged a little on his pants and his cock sprang out into
view.

   Ashley pulled his pants all the way to the floor and helped him off with
his loafers.  She then rubbed her face all over his cock finally letting
her mouth capture the head of his dick.  Micky had his hands in her hair
before she had her mouth on his cock.  She was starting to pump her mouth
back and forth on his cock, her lips slippery with saliva.

   Micky knew she was very hot for it and didn't let her get too carried
away with his cock.  Her mouth felt so good.  He was looking forward to
sharing her with Willy.  He pulled her face out of his crotch.  There was
slobber dribbling off her lips.

   "Come on, Ash.  Get your skirt up around your waist." Micky helped her
to her feet.  She grabbed the hem of her skirt and pulled it up above her
wasit.  She was bare below the waist.  Her cunt lips clearly visible at the
juncture of her thighs, covered with a stubble of dark hair.

   "Turn around, honey." She did and immediately fell on to the bed,
getting up on her knees.  Her butt was sticking way up in the air.  Micky
could see her plump cunt lips between the cheeks of her butt.  He was
stroking his cock.  "Want it, Ash ?"

   "Please, Micky, baby..." Turned into a low groan as Micky pushed the
head of his cock into her.  He pulled her on to his cock and she moaned
every inch of the way.  In several minutes she was making quite a comotion
as he fucked her.

   [continued in]

   "The Chronicles of Willy Tamarack"

   Part Twelve
   "Gathering Allies" 

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