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Author: Willy Tamarack
Title: The Chronicles of Willy Tamarack - Gathering Allies
Part: 12 of 30
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Keywords: (MF M+F+ oral)
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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 !  Willy is back !  But first to Perry
Hooter in Henderson, Nevada.  A disappointing trip to Southern California
and a "drive by" shooting in Salt Lake City.  Then back to Willy and Micky
in Socal for some fucking and sucking !

   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

   Gathering Allies

   (MF M+F+ oral)

   by

   Willy Tamarack

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

   Chapter Thirty-four

   Henderson, Nevada, USA

   Still December 2009

   Perry Hooter still felt fucked up when they finally left for Southern
California and the beach late Monday afternoon after an almost two day
orgy. Mandy didn't get home from the Cortez place until after three Sunday
afternoon.  Perry didn't leave the teenagers until dawn and found Erin and
Amanda sound asleep in the guest room.  He'd have to tell his wife's
daughter to make sure her girl friend spent some quality time over at the
Hooter household.  He wondered how her boy friend was going fit into this
picture ?  Mandy would take care of it, he was sure.

   It was well after dark when the van stopped on the shoulder of I-5,
miles south of Oceanside.  "X" marks the spot, right !?  This was the third
time they had stopped.  Erin had come away from the fence line twice now
with a thumbs down.  Amanda was sitting in the back of the van with the
shovels.  This time Erin was turning from the fence and motioning for them
to get out of the van.

   Amanda beat Perry out of the van and was standing next to Erin at the
fence line.  You couldn't see it from where they parked but it was obvious
here that someone had cut the fence.  It was lying in the sand.

   Erin held the flash light on a sheet of paper.  She stepped on top of
the fence and followed the fence line for two steps, about four feet.  She
could already see the open hole in the ground.  She walked straight toward
it.  Amanda cried out.  "Somebody's fuckin' ripped us off !"

   Perry was following the girls with a shovel in each hand.  He went right
to the hole.  It was deep, not very wide.  He wondered what was at the
bottom ?  Erin was still shinning the flashlight into the hole.  Amanda was
on her knees, swearing.

   "Recent." Perry said.

   "Yea, I think so, too.  Not more than a couple of days." Erin opined. 
"Might as well leave now.  Nothing else for us here."

   Perry pulled Amanda up to her feet and guided her to the van.  Erin
picked up the shovels and followed them, walking backwards, looking back at
the hole.

   They stopped for coffee in Oceanside.  Once back on I-5 they continued
north to I-15 and then followed it to Las Vegas, really Henderson.  After
smoking a ton of weed, Amanda climbed in the back and crashed.  Erin stayed
up front with Perry.

   "Let me run something by you, Perry." Erin started.  She was smoking a
joint.

   "Sure, fire away, babe." He was starting to become concerned about how
he was going to get rid of them now.  The Hooter house was not big enough
for five.  Plus he was sure the authorities would eventually question him
and he didn't want them around when that interview took place.

   "The only other person who would know where that stash was would be
Willy.  Could you agree with that, Perry ?"

   "Yea, I could but I could also imagine him telling someone you might not
know, just in case.  Follow me ?"

   "Sure, I follow you, Perry, but I don't think so.  It would be one of
us. He gave me a copy of the map.  He gave `Scooter' the same map.  I can't
imagine him giving it to anyone else but Luci and she doesn't have it."
Erin stopped for a moment.  "I'm thinking Willy's alive and was just now
able to get to his stash.  That's what I'm thinking, Perry.  Am I way out
of line here ?"

   "No, Erin.  But how do you explain his being gone for over five years
now ?"

   "Who knows ?!" Erin sat back and took another drag.  When they turned
off I-15 on state road 146 toward Henderson, Erin climbed into the back and
hid with Amanda.  Twenty minutes later Perry drove into his garage.  His
wife's car was in the garage and in just moments after he parked she was at
the door to the kitchen waving for them to come quickly.

   The three of them rushed to get into the house.  They rushed into the
den.  "I taped it." Mandy explained to them.  "It started last night after
you left.  They're calling it a drive by." Mandy pushed some buttons on the
remote.  The TV sprang to life with a story was out of Salt Lake City. 
Both bodies were riddled with machine gun fire.  Two blocks west of where
they lived, walking home from mass.  The view from the camera showed lots
of blood splatters but the bodies were long gone.

   "The names were being witheld until the next of kin are informed. 
Witnesses reported that it was a woman and her teenage son." The view was
of the house where the mother and her son lived, according to the reporter.
Erin broke out in a sweat.  It was the same house.  The house where she
dropped off Luci and Pablo.

   "Turn it off.  It's them.  That's where I dropped them off.  Oh !  We're
fucked now !" Erin sat on the couch.  Amanda crumpled to the floor and
started swearing again !  Mandy dropped to the floor and comforted Amanda.
Perry lit up a joint.

   "We need to sleep on this.  Just because they found Luci and Pablo in
Salt Lake City doesn't mean they'll find you here in 'Vegas." Mandy looked
up at him.  He knew it didn't sound too convincing.  He needed a night's
sleep before he attempted to solve this cluster fuck.  What if he couldn't
solve it ?

   "What do you say, Erin ?"

   "You're right, Perry.  We need to sleep on it.  Maybe brain storm
tomorrow ?  Amanda and I will be out of here as soon as we can.  Getting
rid of us ought to take the heat off you and Mandy."

   Erin got to her feet and walked out of the room.  Mandy finally got
Amanda up on the couch and they stayed in each other's arms for a long
while.  Perry went to the master bedroom and crashed.

   Erin was in the office, digging through her bag.  The phone was in the
very bottom wrapped in a zip locked bag.  She had tried it many times over
the years he'd been gone.  His phone never appeared to be activated.  The
service never seemed to be turned on.  If Willy was the one at the hole,
she knew he'd find the phone and turn it on.  She harped at him all the
time about it.  Who else would he have told ?!  Erin felt him at the hole
in the sand.  But she should have, it was his stuff.

   Erin Tamarack scrolled through the numbers and pressed talk.  The phone
was at her ear when she heard the half ring and then it went to voice mail.
The metalic voice told her to leave a message at the tone.  She was shaking
and laid back on the bed.  The tone sounded.

   "Willy.  It's Erin.  Call me back.  I'm in deep shit."

   Chapter Thirty-five

   Balboa Peninsula, California, USA

   Still December 2009

   It was light outside before I woke.  The house was silent.  I noticed
that the bedroom door was open.  Somebody had looked in on us.  I felt
Adell behind me, almost cuddling with me.  I pushed the covers aside and
slipped out of bed.  I pulled on my filthy jeans.  The shirt had seen
better days, too.  The security guard uniform was wrapped up in one of the
towels along with my patient records from Camarillo.

   I wandered down the hall and found the doors to the Master bedroom wide
open.  Micky and Ashley were both in bed.  I skipped down the stairs and
immediately started fixing breakfast.  I was famished and was well into
eating my bacon and eggs before Adell wandered into the kitchen, dressed
exactly the way she was yesterday.

   I looked up, "Don't you ever get out of your pajamas ?" She looked over
at me and smiled.  I laughed.  "I'm Willy.  Did you like the weed ?"

   "Sure, Willy.  Beats Micky's by galicies.  I've hardly ever been that
stoned and never on one hit.  I'd have to try it again to be sure though."
Her smile was wider.

   I laughed.  "We might have to turn your mother and Micky on to it. 
Don't you think ?"

   She could already imagine the four of them naked and rolling around on
her mother's California King.  She nodded over toward Willy while putting
some bread in the toaster.

   She blurted out, "Next Friday is Christmas !  Maybe you could give me
one of those packages for Christmas ?"

   I changed the subject, "Adell, can we go shopping this morning ?"

   "Sure, Willy.  I need a shower first." She started chewing on her toast.
I was staring at her.  Her nipples erected.  I smiled at her.

   "I could use one, too." I got to my feet and carried my dishes to the
sink.  Adell was already backing out of the kitchen, still chewing on a
piece of toast.  I followed her.  By the time we entered the bathroom, we
shared, I had a boner in my pants.  Adell was finished with her toast and
was leaning over the sink, brushing her teeth.

   I stripped and entered the shower.  The water was adjusted and my boner
was still bouncing around.  When Adell entered the shower, I started
stroking my cock.

   "Let me do that, Willy." Adell was horny.  Just seeing this old man's
boner was enough.  He was using soap on her breasts.  Her nipples were
swollen and tender.  His fingers were pulling on them.  She started really
jacking him off.

   I forced the soap into her hands and she used it on my cock and balls.
My cock was hard up against my stomach.  My soapy hands were on her ass and
now between her legs.  I turned her around and soaped her back.  By then
Adell was super horny, her cunt lips throbbing.  She wanted to rub herself.

   I never stopped my hands from roaming all over her body.  She was
starting to do the same to me and I rotated us so that the soap suds
disappeared down the drain.  The two of us ended up with me behind her,
pushing her arms high up on the shower wall.  My cock was running up and
down the furrow of her nice, plump behind.

   It was just a matter of time before she figured out how to rise up on
her toes and let him slide into her.  She started rotating her butt on and
off his cock.  His hands had fallen to her breasts and he was rolling and
pulling on her nipples as she fucked herself on and off him.

   The orgasm snuck up on her and all of a sudden she was whimpering and
crying as I started fucking the shit out of her with my hands on her hips.
I finally slumped against her.  I'd been like spaztic behind her while her
cunt contracted around my cock, jerking around like I was out of control.

   "That was very nice.  Thank you, Adell." I whispered in her ear.  My
hands had moverd back up to her breasts and were cupping them.  Her nipples
were still hard against the palms of my hands.  My dick had shrunk out of
her.

   We toweled off in silence and then she went to her room to get dressed.
I put on my stolen clothes and met her in the kitchen.  "I need some shoes
and socks, too." Adell laughed and went out through the garage.  I
followed.

   Adell drove into the Fashion Show Mall at opening time and could tell
Willy was excited.  It didn't dawn on her until she was parked.  "Aren't
you afraid of being found, or discovered ?  Aren't you supposed to be
hiding ?"

   I took her hand and gave her a short history of my escape from the
mental institution at Camarillo.  I didn't mention the gun in my jacket
pocket but assured her that the two of us would attract little attention.

   "You want to use my credit cards ?" I laughed and ripped open one of the
shrink wrapped packets of money.

   "I don't think so, beautiful.  Let's go spend money." The two of them
exited Adell's car and and headed for the mall.

   It was about this time that Ashley and Micky awoke.  It was over an hour
before they discovered that Willy and Adell were gone.  Ashley tried
calling but Adell's cell phone was turned off.  Micky told her to forget it
and the two of them ate breakfast.  It was while reading the L.A.  Times
that Micky found the story.  An inmate had escaped from the mental
institution at Camarillo.  The rest of the small story reported on a shake
up in the management team that ran the mental institution.  Micky got up
and turned on one of the cabel news networks.

   It was well after three before Adell and I drove back to the beach
house. She was lucky to find a parking place just a door down in the alley
way.  We were joking and laughing when we entered the kitchen from the
garage.

   Micky got up as soon as the garage door came up and met them in the
kitchen.  Ashley was following him.  "Hey !  I thought you were hiding out,
Tamarack !?" Our laughing stopped.

   "Relax, Micky.  I saw the story when I ate breakfast.  They're not
looking for a father and his daughter.  Do I look like an escapee from a
mental institution ?" I was wearing a bright green Hawaiian shirt with a
pair of tan slacks.  My short, gray hair had been cut and styled.  Along
with a baseball cap, advertising some surf aparell, I was wearing a large
pair of dark aviator shades.  On my feet were a brand new pair of blue
docksider deck shoes.

   Ashley had her hands on Micky's shoulders.  "He's got a point, honey. 
If he wasn't with Adell I wouldn't have recognized him.  No shit !  You're
right, Mister Tamarack, you don't look at all like an escapee form a mental
institution."

   "Micky said you might be able to get my parent's membership in the club
transfered ?  Really possible ?  I'd like to do that."

   "Sure, Willy." Ashley turned and went upstairs.  Micky came over and
slapped me on the back.  Adell still had her hand on my arm.  We looked
like a father and daughter.  Ashley was coming down the stairs with a sheet
of paper, waving it about.

   "It's a membership application.  I got it for Micky but I'm pretty sure
we can do this tonight if I can get `Yachtsman' to sign it.  I'm gonna call
him."

   Adell squeezed my arm and whispered.  "Told you she'd take care of you.
This `Yachtsman' seems like an okay guy.  I've met him a couple of times.
Just once actually.  He's got a nice yacht and a very young girl friend." I
patted her behind and looked at the application.

   Ashley slipped me a pen and I was sitting down to fill out the
application.  Pretty standard stuff up until my retirement from the
service. For the last twenty years I stated my business as lobbyist and
then signed the form.  The next twenty minutes were spent with the hustle
and bustle of the women getting ready to go to the Club.  I carried the
bags and boxes that were my new wardrobe up to the guest room.

   A while later, I entered the kitchen with a pipe and a baggie of my
purple marked weed.  Micky was already there.  I felt like a different man.
The mental institution a life time away.  I was confident that the military
identification, I had, would protect me from all but the most determined
law enforcement officer.  Still, I would be checking six at all times.

   "Willy, this `Yachtsman' is connected to 'Vegas.  He is a real boat
captain and squires the ultimate rich around to their secret leisures. 
He's retired and does very little work for them these days.  Heard he had a
close call trying to sail a couple of tons of weed into the country a
couple of years ago.  That's all I know about him, honest."

   "Thanks for the heads up, Micky.  I don't want to stand between you and
your family loyalty.  That will end bad for both of us.  But I am leaning
toward accepting your offer if you can make it happen.  You say this place
is pretty isolated !?" Micky nodded his head.  I continued.  "I really
don't have any other choices.  I need to sort out life and come up with a
plan.  But yes, I will go back into the business of growing weed.  My seeds
and notes are all intact in the suitcases.  I also have two AK-47s broken
down.  I'm sure your friends would like to know that.  The only way in is
by boat or helicopter.  Is that what you said ?"

   "Yea, Willy, it's like a fort and my friends have the same appetites you
do.  I'm sure you'll be a hit.  I've seen the way Adell looks at you.  I
fucked the bimbo's brains out the other night with her mother and she still
treats me with no respect." Micky laughed.  I joined him.

   The ladies came into the kitchen within seconds of each other.  In the
dead of winter, a week from Christmas, and they were wearing sun dresses
with white sweaters over their shoulders.  They looked like mother and
daughter.  I slipped my arm around Adell's waist and whispered, "Come on,
dear." Just a moment later.

   "Oh !  Shit !  Wait.  I forgot." I exclaimed as I pulled the pipe and
baggie out of my pocket.

   Adell gasped, "Is that the shit from last night !?"

   "Don't worry, sweetheart.  A mild version.  I promise." I smiled as I
packed the bowl with just a pinch of weed.  Adell took the pipe from my
hand.  I lit a plastic lighter and she took a hit.  The pipe went around
twice.  We started laughing.  I finally broke out and guided them to the
Mustang.  I drove.  It had been a while.  They were still laughing when we
drove into the Club's parking lot.

   The four of us were giggling as we entered the bar.  It was a Saturday
night and hardly crowded.  Micky looked over at Sandy Walker, the busser,
and winked at her.  She smiled back.  So many fish in the sea, he thought.
"Yachtsman" and Jill were already sitting at the bar.  Micky went up and
grabbed Jill's shoulders from behind.  She truned and smiled at him.

   "Hi, Micky."

   "Yachtsman." "Yachtsman" nodded his greeting and immediately noticed the
changed attitude of the daughter.  She was holding an older man's arm.  He
was well dressed and not bad looking.  Could use a tan.  "Yachtsman" leaned
around Jill and Micky and held out his hand.

   "Mike Minter." I took Mike's hand and shook.

   Before I could speak Ashley stepped forward and started speaking, "This
is Micky's friend, Willy Tamarack.  Captain Minter, Willy's parents had
been members since World War Two until they passed several years ago." She
shoved the application toward Mike.  "How about seconding him with me,
please."

   Mike took the application and put on a pair of glasses.  Micky had
ordered drinks...Margaritas for the ladies and Jack Daniels for the men. 
Micky flirted with Jill while Captain Minter read the application.  Both
the Wentworth ladies and I remained silent.

   "When'd you fly Vipers, Major Tamarack ?" I thought Captain Minter was
talking to someone else it'd been so long since anyone called me that.  I
almost saluted.

   "From the beginning.  I was lucky.  But it ended there.  I didn't make
LTC.  Retired at twenty."

   Captain Minter laughed and then said, "Shit !  I was lucky, too...Right
out of UPT and into the Viper !  I only lasted to my first non-flying
assignment, ten years and out." I laughed with him.  "Yachtsman" scratched
his signature on the form and Ashley pulled me away from the group and
toward the Club office.

   Other than the fact that I paid in cash, everything went smoothly.  I
put a thousand dollars on a tab at the bar and Rubin guaranteed that it'd
be in the computer.  New club member, Willy Tamarack, bought them all
dinner that evening before Ashley unexpectedly invited Mike and Jill back
to the beach house.

   Chapter Thirty-six

   They were all downstairs seated in front of the big bay window
overlooking the beach.  The dunes disappeared off in the distance.  Micky
sat in an arm chair with Ashley sitting on his lap.  "Yachtsman" was with
Jill on the couch.  He was simply amazed in the transformation of the
daughter.  She was giggling with Major Tamarack.  They were back behind the
couch.

   He heard the older guy tell her, "Okay..Okay...You win." She was kissing
him on the lips.  Mike looked away and out the window.  What he wouldn't
give to own something like this on the boardwalk.  As well off as he was,
he couldn't get close.  He looked over at Ashley.  About his age but better
preserved.  He prefered younger women.  Still he'd like to fuck her and was
sure Jill would love to fuck Micky.  A match made in heaven !  Mike smiled
at Micky and all of a sudden the old man was standing right behind him and
he didn't hear him approach.

   I started talking.  "Probably some things you need to know about me,
Mike.  First, please call me Willy.  Micky and I go back a ways.  I hid him
from his old man for a summer about ten, twelve years ago.  I was living in
a cabin way up in Lee Canyon, northwest of 'Vegas, and growing about the
best marijuana I've ever smoked."

   I walked around the couch and sat on the floor across from the sofa that
Mike Minter and Jill Olson were sitting on.  "Yachtsman" looked over at
Micky.  Micky was nodding his head.  Adell came over and sat with me on the
floor.

   I put a half a pound of shrink wrapped marijuana on the coffee table.  I
dug a little of the weed out of a hole in the bag and packed the pipe.  I
started talking again.

   "Now, Mike, your weed is excellent.  Grown in B.C.  Am I right ?" I
waited for an answer.  Mike just nodded but knew he couldn't hide the
surprise on his face.  This old man had to be a wizard of weed to figure
that out.

   "This shit was grown in a fruit cellar up in Lee Canyon and well..." I
looked over at Adell.  "Tell him, Adell."

   "It's the best fucking shit I ever smoked !" Mike wondered if it was the
weed ?  The change in her demeanor and behavior, no longer the brat.

   I held up my hand, "Yes, she's young and not as experienced as some of
the others in this room.  So, Mike, please take the first hit." I held the
bowl out across the coffee table.

   "Come on, `Yachtsman', man up !" Micky called.  Mike took the offered
lighter and there was silence as he took a huge hit off the pipe.  Adell
started laughing and then blurted out.

   "Shit !  He's a gonner !" Mikes eyes had rolled up into his head and he
fell back against the back of the couch.  The pipe and lighter fell from
his hands.  Jill quickly retrieved the pipe from Mike's lap but it was just
ash.

   "Everyone keep quiet.  He'll be back soon." I whispered.  I continued in
a normal voice.  "Ashley, dear, you have nice tits.  Too bad, Mike's
missin' them.  Shake'em around, honey."

   Mike snapped up straight.  He looked over at Ashley.  Jill had her hand
on his back.  "Fuck !  What's in that shit !?  You soak it in something,
right ?" I was shaking my head back and forth.

   I packed a bowl and gave it to Adell.  Adell torched it up but just took
a short, quick hit.  Her head snapped back.  She exhaled, "Woooow !"

   Everyone laughed and the pipe went around the room.  When everyone had
taken a good hit, I told them that this particular strain of weed had been
discovered by myself and that I felt it had afrodisiac properties.  Several
laughed.  Adell wasn't one of them and neither was Micky.  He remembered
that summer.  God !  Did they fuck some pussy that summer !!

   Micky pulled the chair over toward the couch and I pushed Adell up on to
the couch with Mike and Jill.  I sat at her feet.  Ashley was back on
Micky's lap but the sweater was gone.  I knew the Wentworth woman were
naked under their sun dresses and imagined Jill wouldn't be hard to get out
of her clothes.

   I started the pipe around again.  Everyone took small hits but it still
closed several of their eyes.  I pulled Adell off the couch on to the floor
and started to pull her dress off over her head.  I looked over at Micky
who had already pulled Ashley's sundress down to her waist.  She had very
nice tits.  Much smaller than her daughtere's and a lot lower on her chest.

   Mike Minter wasn't quite sure what was going on but knew he was more
stoned than he'd been in a long, long while.  This shit made "Snake's" B.C.
weed seem almost like mexican pressed weed.  He looked over at Ashley's
bare breasts.  He was getting a boner.  The old man was spreading the
daughter's legs and going down on her.  Jill stood and started peeling off
her clothes.

   I was between Adell's legs and just chowing down.  She was a juicy mess
and already grinding her cunt in my face.  Ashley was topless and on her
knees between Micky's legs.  His jeans were gone and her head was bobbing
over his crotch.  Jill was naked and dropped behind Ashley.  Her hands were
on the older woman's dress, pulling it down over her hips.

   Ashley stood while still sucking on her lover's cock.  Her dress was
being removed and then she felt her butt being spread.  There was a tongue
in her cunt.  She was wild, felating Micky.  Mike Minter was off the couch
and dropping his slacks.  His cock was impressive and hard as it gets. 
Jill had her face plastered to Ashley's butt and was sucking her brains out
through her cunt.

   Mike crossed the room when he was naked and tapped Jill on the shoulder.
Micky was watching this ballet while Ashley sucked his cock.  He could tell
she was excited, she was biting his cock.  Jill backed away from Ashley's
behind and Mike stepped up.  He pushed it into her in one movement and
Ashley bit the cock in her mouth hard.

   Micky pulled Ashley's face out of his crotch.  There was slobber all
over her cheeks.  Mike was starting to fuck her.  She looked up at the
ceiling and moaned.  Micky moved away from her and got to his feet.  Jill
was just watching Mike fuck Ashley.  Micky grabbed Jill by the hand and
bent her over the edge of the couch.  She put her hands on the seat
cushions.  Micky pried her tight ass apart and found a nice wet pussy
between her legs.  A little lubricating the head of his dick in her cunt
and then Micky pushed it into her.  Jill cried out.  Micky started fucking
her.  Jill kept crying out.

   I got to my knees between Adell's legs.  Her cunt was a mess of cunt
butter, her labia spread apart.  I helped her to her knees and walked her
over to where "Yachtsman" was fucking her mother.  "Lick his balls, Adell."
She went right to it, sliding between his legs and taking swipes at his
testicles as he fucked his cock in and out of her mother's cunt.

   I stood and slowly got out of my new clothes.  My boner was hot to the
touch and I stroked it as I made my way to the couch.  I hopped on and slid
my ass down to where Jill was bent over the end.  I lifted her head and let
her gobble me up.  I lay back and watched Micky fuck the holy shit out of
Jill Olson.

   *****

   Ashley rolled over.  Micky was gone.  At least she thought it was Micky
? It could have been any of the others ?  Willy kept feeding weed to the
party and it just didn't stop until way, way later, man.  Like Monday
afternoon, man.  She remembered waking late Sunday afternoon and finding
them already stoned in the den.  They were all still naked and it just
stared again.

   Ashley opened her eyes.  With her eyes closed all she saw was naked
bodies.  She couldn't believe what an animal she became.  She encouraged
two of them at a time.  Woman or man, it didn't matter.  She was pretty
sure she let every man there fuck her.  Her groin was sore.  Her cunt was
raw.  She rolled out of bed.  It had to be Monday.  She put on a robe and
made her way down stairs.

   Willy was cooking again, more bacon and eggs.  Micky and Adell were with
him, toasting bread.  Micky came to her and kissed her deeply.  She got
excited just kissing him, her used and abused body forgotten.  She felt
under-dressed in her robe so left to get dressed.

   They were eating when she returned.  There was a baggie of weed on the
kitchen counter with a pipe.  The pipe looked dark and used.  God !  His
weed was out of this world.  She joined them.

   "How long ago did Mike and Jill leave ?" Ashley asked.

   "Right after we all crashed the second time." Micky answered her.  I
looked up.

   "Think `Yachtsman' will put in a good word for me ?" I laughed.  They
all did.

   "He's been trying to get in my pants for years !" Ashley bragged.

   "I can see why !" I exclaimed.  They all laughed.  "Ladies, I need to
talk with Micky, privately.  Why don't you two go take a long, hot bath. 
You both need it after all the exercise you got the last couple of days."

   [continued in]

   "The Chronicles of Willy Tamarack"

   Part Thirteen
   "Home to Las Vegas" 

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