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Author: Willy Tamarack
Title: The Chronicles of Willy Tamarack - Buffalo Red
Part: 23 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 !  Willy is back !  And back growing
tremendous weed !  Buffalo Red !  And using his money to burrow into the
Church.  Meanwhile Perry Hooter is enjoying a little mother-daughter
action.

   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

   Buffalo Red

   (MFf anal oral)

   by

   Willy Tamarack

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

   Chapter Sixty-seven

   Amanda and I were covered from head to toe with heavy clothing, long
sleave sweat shirts and sweat pants.  Well, maybe neck to toe would be a
better discription.  We were wearing ski caps with goggles and masks over
our noses and mouths.  Gloves and large trash bags accentuated our outfit.
We were in grow room number one, as we called it.  The buds were reaching
for the heavens and bending over with their weight.  We were working as a
team and going from plant to plant as we made our way down an isle.

   There were three full trash bags, loosely packed, stacked against the
wall where we entered the plants.  We had collected five bags yesterday and
had them drying in an expanded oven room that we threw together with some
of the excess wood and shit we had left over after constructing the grow
rooms.  It was like a smoking shed with rows and rows of metal grating,
small, less than a quarter inch square, several heating elements from
toaster ovens and several large volume fans.  Still it took time.  The
"ovens" as I call them could handle about two and a half bags at a time. 
The rest we hung on the balcony from clothes lines strung about the height
of the railing.  Wow !  Did it stink to high heaven !

   It was exhausting work and became even harder after we finished the
harvest and curing.  Amanda was in charge of the packaging and had set up
three stations on the second level, two on the couch and the third at the
dining table.  We watched movies or the news while we weighed and wrapped
the weed into eighth ounce bundles.  Amanda was stamping them all with a
buffalo stamp she found in a smoke shop.  Red was the color for the first
harvest !

   We'd been doing about three hundred eighths a night for ten nights now.
That's over twenty three pounds of pure bud !  And we had at least as much
more curing.  We were going to be selling this harvest for a while.  I had
way underestimated the amount of bud.  Erin and Amanda started cooking up
the left over leaves with unsalted butter, producing pot butter for
cooking. The freezer in the garage held two pounds of this harvest for our
personal use and it was the primo bud.  Took me two days of hard work to
flush the irrigation system and sterilize grow room number one.

   The control room was keeping fifty cuttings from the first harvest
growing at a good rate.  In two days I'll populate the farm and we'll be
off to the races.  After looking at Amanda's potential harvest which is
showing more bud nodes at this point than mine did, I've decided to go SOG.

   It was about three on a Wednesday.  We were on the second level, out on
the porch, smoking weed, what else !?  That's about all I remember.  The
cuttings were taking off in grow room number one and the harvest was but
weeks away in number two.  Again, I way under estimated.  I'm now figuring
close to sixty pounds in grow room number two.

   I selected the correct phone and dialed.  He picked it up on ring number
three.  "Yea ?" Cautious.

   "When you leaving ?" I asked.

   "About five." He recognized my voice.

   "See you about four.  Some product is ready."

   "See you then."

   I could hear the excitement in his tone.  I closed the phone.  "Want to
go for a sail, girls ?" They both jumped up and headed for the garage.  If
I dragged my feet enough, they'd launch the sail boat themselves.  I took
two five pound packages.  Forty eighths a piece.

   I was right.  The two ladies were ready to launch and off we went.  I
made it a leisurely sail.  We arrived to a greeting party.  Both Snake and
Carlos were sitting out by the pool in the late afternoon sun.  They were
waving.  The girls waved back.  Both of them hustled down to the dock and
helped us tie up.

   Each of the ladies was carrying a girl's make-up case.  Each case had
forty eighths inside.  Snake already had the Jack poured and just added
rocks.  Carlos was inspecting the product.

   "Don't open any of them.  Those are for sale only.  I brought you both
an ounce of the best.  Brought Casey one, too." I threw down three baggies
that were chocked full of bud.  "THC level came in at twenty seven percent.
It takes the top of your head off and leaves you horny." I was packing a
bowl from yet another bag of weed.

   Carlos begged off, saying he had business in town.  Plus he wanted to
get this out to his people.  He promised to drop off the other case to
Mandy Hooter on the way in.

   "You fuck her yet ?" I asked.  Snake's head looked up and both the girls
were looking at him.  I took a huge hit off the pipe.  Carlos didn't say a
word.

   "Your silence is telling, Carlos.  She's a hot lady and I know she'd
love to suck on that donkey dick of yours." The girls started laughing. 
Snake was smiling.

   "Fuck you, Tamarack.  If your weed wasn't so good I'd be fucking your
ass."

   "Touche, Carlos." I answered.  "We're set on the marketing, right ?"

   "Yea, we're set on the marketing.  What's this red buffalo on the
baggies ?" Carlos asked.

   "Marketing...That's why you're charging one twenty.  In a couple of
weeks people will be offering more.  The green buffalo is next and it's
starting at one fifty."

   "You're nuts, Tamarack." Snake was laughing as Carlos left the room.  We
sailed an hour later and docked just before civil twilight.

   *****

   Sunday mass was just over.  People were congregating out in front of the
church.  Some guild was selling home made clothes.  The priest was mingling
with his congregation.  It was mostly Hispanic.  He recognized the voice.
He looked over and found this gringo wearing a coat and tie, with tan
slacks and tennis shoes.  He was speaking fluent Spanish and the priest was
sure he knew the person's voice but just couldn't place where he'd heard
it.

   The monsignor was moving through the crowd and blessing the people. 
Mothers were pulling their children together for his blessing.  I moved
over to intercept the monsignor.  I was wondering if he would remember me
from so long ago.  He was a lowly priest back then.  I met him through one
of my distributors who confessed her sins to him.  We argued many hours
over whether what I was offering her was worth the risk ?  Was it what we
should be teaching our children ?  I brought up the specifics of the child
we were talking about.

   At the time she would graduate in another year.  Her grades, a 3.57 GPA,
plus her sales would allow her to attend any university in the country. 
How could you beat those results ?  You can't without selling hemp.  My
system was the safest and shielded the girls from just about all the risk.

   He recognized me immediately but was surprised at my change of
appearance.  I could see it in his eyes.  I went toward him, hand out
streached.

   "Monsignor, William B.  Tamarack.  Long time no see.  This is my wife,
Erin O'Connell, and our niece, Amanda Fisher." I could tell that he
couldn't quite place me but that was okay.  I really didn't want him to
remember my business, yet.  Father Martinez was moving toward us.

   I turned to greet him.  "Father Martinez !  A wonderful idea to help the
church during these difficult times.  And it's sheep, too !"

   I could tell he recognized the voice but couldn't place where he'd heard
it.  "William Tamarack, Major, USAF, retired, father." I held out my hand
and we shook.  "My wife, Erin O'Connell, and our niece, Amanda Fisher." The
priest introduced himself.  The monsignor was off greeting others.

   We stayed for a while and bought a new dress for Amanda.  I knew the
priest was confused.  He recognized my voice but couldn't quite remember
where he had heard it.  I also made a sizable contribution to the church
from our first harvest, in cash.  I'd slid five thousand in cash into an
envelope and slipped it to the monsignor before father Martinez approached.
He was quite at ease as he tucked the envelope into his robes.  I knew he
would remember me after he read the note with the cash.  That's what I
wanted.  Catholics like cash.  So do the rest of the religions of the
world. No more no less.

   Chapter Sixty-eight

   Mandy Hooter was sitting in her locked car in the almost full parking
lot.  The bar was crowded tonight.  She was even busy during her afternoon
shift.  It was dark out and all of a sudden Carlos Santiago was standing
there on the passenger side of the car.  Mandy leaned across and unlocked
the door.  Carlos slid into the seat.  "Sorry, Mandy, that asshole Tamarack
was half an hour late.  This is his new stuff." He patted the makeup case
between his feet.  Mandy passed an envelope to Carlos.

   "I know the money'll be good.  Your weight has always been good.  Have a
drink with me some time ?"

   Mandy smiled at him.  "Sure, Carlos.  Name the place and I'll be there."
Carlos smiled at her then slid out of the car and disappeared into the
night.  Mandy remained disciplined and let the case remain in the passenger
seat foot well.  They'd already alerted their distributors that some really
good weed was in the pipeline.  She was excited as she drove home.  Who
cared how the convention business was going ?  They were going to make a
mint selling Willy's weed.

   Perry was waiting for her when she got home.  So was her daughter,
Wendy. Both of them knew this was Willy's new weed.  They'd been waiting
since Willy started growing back around the new year.  Mandy put the
make-up case on the kitchen counter and opened it.  There was a fat sack
lying right on top with a note inside the baggie.

   Wendy reached for the baggie.  "What the fuck you doing !?" Perry called
to her.  She yanked her hand back in an instant.  Perry reached for the
baggie.  He read the note.

   "Some of the best for you and the family, Perry.  Buffalo." Huge, plump
buds almost filled the gallon bag.  It had to be a quarter pound or so. 
Perry started laughing.  So did Mandy.

   Wendy was the only one who wasn't laughing.  Three minutes later she was
so stoned she couldn't tell up from down.  So were Perry and Mandy.  Perry
immediately imagined fucking them both.  God !  This was powerful weed ! 
After a while Wendy wandered out of the kitchen.  Perry heard her bedroom
door close.  He took the make-up case and left for the garage.  Mandy was
staring off into space.

   Three minutes later he was back but Mandy was gone.  Perry entered the
bedroom and found Mandy getting out of her clothes.  He was getting a boner
watching her.  She was bent over and her panties were stuck deep in her
crotch, her ass cheeks almost totally bare.  His cock was starting to
lengthen and thicken.  He grabbed it.  Mandy straightened up.

   She turned and found her husband grabbing a nice boner.  Mandy smiled at
him.  "I like that, dear.  You gonna give me some of that tonight ?" She
was wiggling her pantied ass at him, then sliding her panties down her
legs.

   "Get naked, Mandy." She turned and slowly pulled her top off.  She shook
her bra covered tits back and forth.  He was shirtless now and opening his
pants, kicking off his shoes.  She could see his hardon.  It was tenting
his underwear.  Her bra was sliding down her arms.

   "Shake'em now." Perry commanded.  Mandy started to shimmy.  Perry was
now out of his clothes and naked.  He was stroking his cock while watching
his wife dance for him.  Her legs were spread and her dark triangle wiggled
with her shimmy.  She moved toward him and then ran by him, jumping up on
to the king sized bed.  She rolled on to her back and spread her legs.  He
could see pink in her dark stubble.

   Perry stood at the foot of the bed, still stroking his cock.  Mandy was
smiling while staring at his erection.  "Go get my daughter, Perry.  I want
to watch her suck your cock."

   Perry stopped stroking.  He'd expected this for a while.  He'd been
fucking her daughter and her friend, Shelly Summers, at least once a week
on one of the days Mandy was at work.  He was surprised she waited this
long to invite her daughter to their bed.  His boner bounced as he walked
down the hall.  He didn't bother knocking but walked right into the middle
of her room.

   "Come on, Wendy.  Your mother wants to know why I'm so wiped out on
Thursday nights when she gets home from work." Perry laughed.  He could see
she was awake in the light from the hall.  She was staring at his boner. 
"That's right, honey, daddy gets mommy and little Wendy tonight." He flexed
and his boner jumped in his groin.  Wendy was smiling.

   She'd been very mellow and just about to start masterbating.  Now she
was anxious but very excited.  She rolled out of bed and followed Perry,
dressed in just her baby doll night gown.  It came to about mid-thigh and
her tits bounced as she walked.  She followed Perry to the kitchen where he
picked up the weed and pipe from the counter top.

   Her mother was naked and sitting in the middle of the bed, cross legged.
Wendy's gaze went from her open cunt to her mellon sized tits.  She was
already thinking about sucking on them and when she met her mother's eyes
she knew her mother had the same thought.

   "Take that off, baby.  Come on up here and join me." Mandy commanded. 
Her daughter pulled the baby doll off over her head.  Her breasts were no
where near her mother's size but nice titties.  Her light brown areolae
were all krinkly, nipples erect.  Her crotch was covered with a mat of
brown curls.

   Wendy crawled over to where her mother was sitting.  She sat with her.
Perry was packing a pipe in the bathroom.  When he entered the ladies were
weighing each other's breasts.  Perry's cock got a shot of strength.  He
climbed up on to the bed and held out the pipe.  Mandy took it and ripped.
There was silence as they passed the pipe around.

   The girls were still fondeling each other.  Perry was still turgid and
getting harder watching them.  He reached over and put the pipe on the bed
stand for later.  He sat, legs spread and arms back behind him, just
watching the girls.

   Mandy looked over at him.  "Wendy, dear, I want to watch you suck
Perry's cock." Wendy got right to her knees and then fell over on to her
side.  They all laughed as she struggled to crawl up between Perry's legs
toward his cock.  In just moments she was on her hands and knees, her lips
wrapped around his cock.  Then her head was bobbing over Perry's crotch.

   Mandy reached over for her daughter's butt.  She caressed the girl's
butt cheek until she wiggled her fingers into her daughter's butt crack. 
Her vagina was wet so Mandy slid two fingers into her daughter's cunt.  She
heard her moan around the cock in her mouth.  Perry had his hand on her
head and was fucking his cock in and out of her daughter's mouth.  Mandy
reached between her legs with her free hand and started fingering herself.

   "Fuck her, honey." Perry struggled to his knees after pulling Wendy's
face out of his crotch.  His cock was fat and hard, glistening with saliva.
Mandy was up on her knees prying her daughter's butt apart.  Her tiny
asshole was wrinkling up as Perry lined up and drove his dick into her. 
Mandy moved to where her daughter had her face buried in the mattress.

   Moments later the teenager was eating some very wet, sloppy pussy while
she was getting her ass fucked off.  Perry lasted for a good long while by
going from head to fucking and back again.  Mandy got her turn and was
bouncing up and down on Perry's cock when he unloaded into her.  Wendy was
sucking on her tits and rubbing her plump cunt.  The orgasm was very
explosive and continued as Wendy ate Perry's cum out of her mother's
snatch.

   Mandy got the pipe going again.  She wanted more sex.  Her daughter was
lying on her side, her face still a glazed donut after spending some time
between her legs.  Perry took the pipe out of her hand and sat up to take a
hit.  He knew Mandy wanted more and was ready to go again.  Who wouldn't be
!?  A mother and daughter, both of them very hot women.

   "That ought to get Betty and her daughter off your mind, Perry.  And it
looks like both of us want a little more cock." Mandy reached over and took
Perry's limp dick in her hand.  "Plenty of life in here, baby." She was
squeezing Perry's penis.

   Wendy was very stoned and struggled to get up.  She sat, leaning back on
her hands with her legs spread.  "You hot for Gail Norbest, Perry ?  She's
a nasty bitch !"

   Wendy went on to inform her mother and Perry what she learned while
dinning with Gail Norbest-Wilson.  After securing employment through his
mother-in-law's employer, Perry Hooter, Dudley Wilson invited the entire
Hooter family to a very high priced meal as a way of saying "thanks."

   During the dinner, after they had smoked multiple pipes enroute to the
resturant, Gail Norbest sat next to Wendy and bragged, "what man wouldn't
love living with a horny mother and daughter !?" Other interesting facts
also passed between the two youngest ladies at this "thank you" dinner. 
Including the fact that smoking Perry's weed made her horny and Dudley's
dick was as big as a "nigger" dick.

   Perry looked over at his wife's daughter while his wife was stroking his
cock.  He was getting harder.  "Did she really tell you that ?" He asked.
Wendy was laughing.

   "Yea, she told me she was smoking good reefer at school but it never
made her horny.  The shit she's smoking now makes her horny all the time,
she says.  So how about telling me the story now ?"

   "The old man you met the other night, Willy Tamarack...He claims he ran
into a guy who produced an afrodisiac pill that would make people horny. 
He bought some of the pills and dilutes the pills into the fertilizer he
uses growing his weed.  Scooter really believed it.  Mandy does too !  Me,
not so much.  But that's the story." Perry took another hit off the pipe.

   "So is Duddly doing Betty and Gail ?" Mandy asked.

   "She didn't come right out and say it but was making it obvious that he
was dickin' both of them.  She came close to asking me if Perry was fucking
me ?  I just know he's doing both of them.  She was definetly turned on
talking about it.  Said when Dudley was being interviewed she could think
of nothing but all of you naked."

   Perry was hard.  Mandy was still stroking his cock.  Wendy crawled over
and sucked about four inches into her mouth.  The felatio went on for a few
moments before Wendy raised her head and told them, "They've been hot to
get married but Dudley's best man can't make it out for the wedding.  How
about you two standing up for them.  I like her and him.  He's sexy."

   Wendy's head lowered to Perry's groin.  Her head was bobbing, lips
sliding up and down Perry's hard cock.  Mandy looked at Perry.  "You've
fucked mama, right ?" Sometimes she wasn't sure.  Perry nodded his head as
Mandy's daughter sucked on his cock.

   Mandy continued.  "You saw how interested Willy was in Betty.  You know
he wanted to bone them both.  You know he'd like to fuck Wendy.  Let's call
him.  He'll arrange the whole thing !  Like that wedding of his, he's
always talking about." Wendy's head came out of Perry's lap.

   "You've fucked Betty Norbest !?" Wendy exclaimed.  Mandy laughed.  Perry
just smiled and pushed her head back down into this lap.

   Chapter Sixty-nine

   The church was dim.  The bride and groom were standing while Father
Martinez went through the ceremony.  They were flanked by Perry and Mandy
Hooter, who were officially best man and maid of honor.  The groom was
wearing a three piece charcol gray suit.  The bride was wearing a white
pant's suit with veil.  Perry and Mandy were dressed pretty casually. 
Perry's Hawaiian shirt stood out.  So did Mandy's short shift, also in a
Hawaiian print.

   I was sitting in the front row with Erin sitting next to me.  Amanda was
sitting between her and Wendy Collins.  Betty Norbest was sitting at the
other end of the pew.  Every so often Father Martinez would glance down at
me.  He'd need another confession by the mystery man to be sure and that
wasn't going to happen.  Well, you can never rule that shit out forever
but...Well, just saying.

   I'd pressed an envelope with five grand in it, all cash, into Father
Martinez's hand just before the ceremony started.  Like I've said before,
everyone likes cash.  The priest was just finishing up.  We all stood when
the bride and groom kissed.  I was already imagining what she was going to
look like naked.

   Perry had sold me on all of this; saying he was positive the groom was
fucking the mother-in-law.  And well, since Dudley is working for me.  I
wouldn't mind fucking the mother-in-law either.  She gave me several jolts
the other night when we hired her son-in-law.  And so does the bride.  And
when Perry threw Wendy into the wedding celebration, well the three of us
out at the "Villa" decided then and there that it was going to happen.  The
celebration was going cement the partnership between Dudley and me !  I had
a boner in church.  I know I'm going to hell !!

   The priest was following the bride and groom down the isle.  Mandy and
Perry had rushed ahead and driven their van to the door of the church.  I
brought our panel truck around and we hugged and kissed a bit before
departing for the "Villa." I was intentionaly trying to trick fuck Perry
and Mandy as we started our trip to the "Villa."

   Perry was hustling to keep up with Willy.  He turned at just about every
corner available.  Perry lived around here and he was lost.  The bride and
groom were riding with Willy and Erin.  Perry was transporting Mandy,
Wendy, Betty and Amanda.  Only Amanda knew the way to Willy's place.  Perry
and Mandy had heard about the "Villa" but had never been there.  Willy was
making another turn in front of them.

   "Where the fuck is that asshole going !?" Mandy exclaimed.

   "This is Willy, Mandy.  We'll get there when we get there." Perry
answered her.  Mandy torched up a bowl and then passed it to her daughter.
Betty was just glad the wedding was over.  To be honest she was afraid that
their sexual excitement of last Summer would wane.  Then her daughter would
be out looking for sex all the time.  Gail had told her all the stories. 
They excited her and that made her feel guilty.  She took a drag and passed
the pipe into the front of the van.  They were on the two-fifteen, heading
east.  The pipe was coming back to Betty.

   Betty had never been to Lake Las Vegas before and was really impressed
as they drove by the casino and on to the northern lake shore road around
the lake.  The van slowed then turned and was now bouncing along a rutted
out road.  Betty wasn't sure this was the right place to be.  The young
girl was out of the van and directing them into a parking spot that was
under a large bush.

   The panel truck was sticking out of another large bush over to the east
of the "Villa." Willy was escorting the bride and groom to the front door.
Erin was coming toward the van.  Amanda and Wendy were running toward the
house.  Perry and Mandy greeted Erin and they all embraced.

   Willy was in the kitchen, running the blender.  Erin was guiding them
all into the front room.  There was a lot of finger food on the coffee
table.  The bride and groom were not present.  Betty wandered into the
front room and went immediately to the porch.  The view was just tremendous
looking off toward the southwest.  The sun was approaching the horizon.  It
was spectacular.  The evaporative coolers were running and she could smell
a perfumed air that reminded her of something sweet.

   Wendy was laughing with Perry and Mandy.  Willy was moving directly
toward Betty on the porch.  Mandy called to him, "Where's the bride and
groom ?" Willy pointed upstairs and slid his arm around Betty's waist. 
Erin was pouring drinks.  Amanda was filling the finger food bowls.

   I was on the porch with Betty and immediately offered her the pipe.  She
took a hit.  "That's going to make you hornier than you've been for a
while." I whispered.

   Betty looked over at him.  He was a very good looking man, older than
she was but that didn't bother her.  His arm was around her waist.  She
took another hit off the pipe.  He was pushing his hand up under her
breast.

   The bride and groom were coming down the spiral staircase.  They were
clapping in the front room.  Willy was leading her into the front room. 
Several pipes were being lit.  There was a lot of talking but all Betty
felt was desire rushing though her veins.  Her son-in-law passed by her and
grabbed her butt as he did.

   I noticed and turned to follow Dudley into the kitchen.  He was pouring
himself another margarita.  I put my hand on his shoulder and leaned toward
him.  "Your mother-in-law has a nice butt.  I was hoping to get lucky."
Dudley looked over at him.

   "Willy, both Perry and Mandy have told me several stories about you.  So
as soon as they offered to standup for us, we accepted.  Gail's been around
the block several times and Betty thinks you're a very hot old man.  She's
mentioned you several times."

   "Okay then.  Party on, Dudley !"

   "I plan on it, Willy.  You think Mandy Hooter is wearing panties ?" I
started laughing.  I knew Mandy.  I was positive she wasn't.

   "I'd bet on the not." I clapped him on the shoulder and moved back into
the front room.  Mandy's daughter looked delicious.  Perry was sitting with
her.  Gail Norbest was talking with her mother and Erin.  I slid right over
and put an arm around the Norbest women.  I made sure to get a good feel of
their breasts on the way to their waists.  Gail pushed her tit back into my
hand so I took a hand full.  Her mother was nowhere near as forward. 
That's what turned me on about Mrs.  Betty Norbest.  She looked so
innocent.

   The brown curls that bounced around her shoulders.  The slim figure with
the nicely padded behind complimented her modest bust.  I was getting a
bone standing next to her.  I suspected that Perry had fucked her.  He
might as well have admitted it with all the stammering he did.

   Betty felt his warmth.  He'd changed into just jeans and a "T" shirt. 
It advertised some surf shop that had been long closed.  His thumb was
right under her breast and was exciting.  Could Mr.  Tamarack be the one
she was looking for ?  Not to marry, heavens no.  Just to pal around with.
She put her arm around him and he pulled her away to the porch.

   "So you gonna continue living with the Wilsons ?" He had a twinkle in
his eye like he already knew.  His arm was still around her, his hand
boldly feeling her breast.  She was more than turned on.

   "I think it's a generational thing.  They're more free with sex." She
said while looking up at him.

   "It turns me on, Betty." He let his hand drop down to her butt and
started to massage a cheek.

   "You know you're turning me on ?" She whispered.  He pushed the pipe
into her hand.  She took another hit.  He moved behind her.  "Oh !  God !"
She moaned as she felt his hard cock being pressed against her behind.  She
dropped the pipe to the sod covered roof below as his hands massaged her
breasts.

   They were on her waist now opening her slacks.  She was moving against
him, feeling the bone of his dick grinding against her ass.  His hand was
inside her slacks and her panties too !  His fingers were in her hair,
trimmed short after her daughter and son-in-law finished with her.  His
finger was sliding back and forth across her cunt lips.  She was humping
his cock.  He was biting her shoulder though her blouse.  She started
cuming, pushing herself against him.  She was shaking.

   "That was very nice, Betty.  I believe we should do that again
sometime." He was still hard against her.  He was zipping her pants up. 
Now hugging her from behind.  They turned to leave the porch and found the
party already in full afterburner.  Mandy and Amanda were naked and sucking
off Dudley in the kitchen while the bride and Wendy were taking turns with
Perry Hooter's nice, fat cock.  Most everyone was completely naked and it
wasn't long before Betty and I joined them.

   *****

   The bar crowd was sparse but it was only five in the afternoon.  I'd
just returned from the employee locker room which was right next door to
the restrooms and dropped off five pounds of Buffalo red.  I'd also
pocketed a large envelope with lots and lots of cash in it.  Well, we've
done the numbers before.  Mandy had my draft beer set up on the bar.  I sat
and looked around.  Some baseball game was on.  Who was playing ?  I had no
idea.

   Mandy came down the bar and we shot the shit for a few minutes.  Yes,
their people were clamoring for it.  They were still selling the Sinaloa
shipment but the demand was there for the Buffalo brand.  I was becoming
excited just sitting there listening to her.

   Outside the bar and grill the dark blue panel truck was just rounding
the corner and entering the parking lot.  A quick scan.  No police
cruisers. Erin parked along the side of the building and left the motor
running.  The tap on the glass scared the shit out of her.  Carlos was
smiling at her from the passenger window.  She reached across the seat and
opened the door.

   Carlos slid into the front seat.  "Good girl, keeping the door locked.
I'm gonna jump in the back and scare the shit out of mister invisible, okay
with you, Erin ?"

   "Sure, Carlos."

   "Don't warn him, okay ?" Carlos whispered from the back.  Erin nodded
her head but had no intention of following that stupid idea.

   Back inside the bar I was glancing at my watch.  Twelve minutes had gone
by since I entered.  I left a ten on the bar and waved to Mandy as I headed
for the door.  It was coming up on six and I had my shades on.  It was
bright out.

   Erin was parked where I expected but her hands weren't on the steering
wheel.  I checked the parking lights.  They were off.  Not an emergency but
I was to proceede with caution.  I scanned the parking lot.  Carlos was in
the area.  He should have parked across the street.  I was sure he was in
the truck and paying me back for all those times I burned him years ago. 
Yea !  And fucking with him a while back.

   I got right into the panel truck.  As soon as the door closed I heard
him.  "If my name was Rodriquez instead of Santiago I would have blown your
brains out.  We're even, Tamarack.  You're getting soft, buddy, and lucky
I'm checking your six."

   "Thanks, Carlos.  What can I do for you ?"

   "Hey, you're my number one grower so I'm gonna make sure that no one
fucks with you.  Next Thursday, be out by the road at your place.  I'm
picking you up at five-thirty.  Bring an overnight bag.  I'm throwing a
party for my number one pot grower." The back door opened and he was gone.

   Erin looked over at me.  "Wow !  He even asked me if you needed a
kitchen pass.  Willy, you've performed a miracle.  Yea, we had a little
help from Micky.  Maybe more than a little.  But it's all working out just
like you predicted." Erin put the truck in gear and we motored out of the
parking lot.

   [continued in]

   "The Chronicles of Willy Tamarack"

   Part Twenty-four
   "Party Time !" 

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