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Subject: {ASSM} "A Surfin' Safari" {Frederick T.}(MF+ oral anal)[1/2]
Date: Thu, 28 Nov 2002 18:10:02 -0500
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Author: Frederick T.
Title: A Surfin' Safari
Part: 3a of 13
Universe: Adventures of Willy Tamarack - Willy Tamarack Saga
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Keywords: (MF+ oral anal)
Language: English

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Disclaimer:  The following material is intended for adults only, for example, 
people over eighteen years old in the United States.  This material consists 
of the fictional accounts of fictional character's sexual experiences that are 
obviously pure fantasy.  Any resemblance between the characters in these 
accounts and real people, either living or deceased, is purely coincidental.  
If you would be offended by the fictional sexual experiences and fantasies of 
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                               A Surfin' Safari
                                   Part One
                               (MF+ oral anal)

                          A Willy Tamarack Adventure

                                      by
                                 Frederick T.

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

                               *** PROLONG ***

    This is the third in a series of Willy Tamarack adventures.  It is a two 
part adventure.  In this adventure Willy leaves his new home in Las Vegas and 
ventures forth to his old stomping grounds - Southern Cal - meets his high 
school girl friend, Connie and her daughter, Darlene.  I'm still stoked so I'm 
still writing.  All the stories are written to stand alone but are so much 
more fun to read together.  As always e-mail your comments to the usual.

                             *** CHAPTER ONE ***

    It's about a quarter after six in the morning, several days after Labor 
day.  It's been light for a little over an hour and I'm parked on a 
residential street about two blocks up from Launada Bay in Palos Verdes 
Estates, California.  What the fuck am I doing here ??  Well, the house down 
the street is the home of my high school girl friend, her husband and 
children.  At least that's what a friend of mine told me about eight years ago 
when he and I last went surfing at the Bay.

    I was born and raised in Southern California.  And except for the twenty 
some years I spent in the military and going to college; I have lived in 
Southern California my entire life.  Until very recently I still lived there, 
in Orange County; where, after retiring from the military, I was flying as a 
first officer for a commuter airline out of John Wayne Airport and surfing.  I 
can't remember when I haven't surfed.  My parents still live in Southern 
California; in Orange County.  I am visiting them to keep in touch and surf - 
mostly to surf.  While driving down to my parents, from my new home in 
Southern Nevada, I have this amazing day dream; really it was a fantasy and my 
high school girl friend is the star attraction.  Now I just can't get her out 
of my mind.  It's been almost thirty years since we have talked or seen each 
other.

    After arriving at my parents, I do a surf check at Salt Creek and find it 
very disappointing.  The next morning it is even worse, almost flat.  So I 
head north to the "Hill," as we used to call it, when the family lived in the 
South Bay.  Making plans as I go, I tell myself.  Really all I'm doing is 
thinking about how we, my high school girl friend and I, parted.  We had been 
going together since grammar school and now had to spend almost a year apart, 
a school year that is - so it was only several months at a time but at that 
age, time is so important.  We had been very sexually active in our later 
years of high school and when I went away to school we came up with this great 
idea to take pictures of each other.  Yea, you guessed it, with daddy's 
polaroid and yea, we were naked.  To make a long story short, her parents 
found them.

    Her dad met me at the door one evening, with a gun, and told me in no 
uncertain terms that I was never to see his daughter again.  A truly 
frightening experience for a sophomore in college.  I never saw her again and 
while at school the following semester a friend of mine sent me the clipping 
announcing her wedding plans for the following Summer.  She was marrying the 
brother of her best friend, a guy several years older than us - a guy who, she 
had shared with me, she thought was a dork.  Oh !  Well, you win a few and 
lose a few.

    I've been winning a few lately.  I've been seeing a very nice young lady 
back in Las Vegas.  Young is right, she's a senior in high school and on top 
of fucking our brains out as often as possible I also sell her some dope - 
maryjane, hemp, marijuana - every once in a while.  Probably not too 
intelligent for a man who is almost fifty years old - but what the fuck - you 
only go around once.

    Anyway this is the third day I've been waiting down the street from my 
former girl friend's home and so far I haven't seen squat.  I am about ready 
to call it quits - it's about nine o'clock or so - when out of the drive way 
comes a silver BMW, turns toward where I'm parked and drives by.  I get a good 
look at the driver and a chill comes over me.  It is Connie.  The hair is a 
bit longer and more frizzy than I remember.  It also appears to be a shade or 
two darker but it still has those tinges of the Summer sun in it.  She's 
wearing dark glasses and appears to be alone.  I start up the bug, pull a "U" 
turn and proceed to follow.  Now what ??  I really don't have a plan or a 
clue.  Maybe she'll pull into a Circle K or a Seven-Eleven and I can fake a 
chance meeting.  Am I fucking smart or what ?!  Don't bet on it.

                             *** CHAPTER TWO ***

    She passes up several Circle Ks and Seven-Elevens as we head into the 
heart of the South Bay.  Suddenly, it seems to me, as I am amazed at all the 
changes in the neighborhood; she turns into a strip mall parking lot and parks 
her car in front of a bakery.  I pull the bug into a slot a couple of spaces 
down from her.  In the rear view mirror I watch her as she heads into the 
bakery.  I wait for exactly three minutes, according to my wrist watch, then 
get out of the car and head for the bakery door.  She is sitting at a table 
with her back to the door, taking a sip of coffee, when I enter the bakery.

    She doesn't turn to see who just entered the bakery, so far so good.  I 
stroll up to the counter, browsing at the donuts and pastries behind the 
glass.  I can almost feel her eyes burning holes in the back of my "T" shirt.  
Oh ! Shit, maybe she hasn't noticed me as she is thinking about her own life 
and problems - worrying about her husband, the kids, or whatever.  I am now 
afraid that I will hear the bakery door open and close as she leaves the 
bakery, forcing to chase after her again.  As I said earlier though, I've been 
winning a few lately and my luck must be continuing as I hear:

    "Willy ?  Willy Tamarack ?"

    I turn with a start and just stare open mouthed at her.  "Well, 
shit......Connie......I'm sorry I don't know you last name."  I move to the 
table and put my hands on the back of the chair across from her.  "Long 
time.....hasn't it.  How's life ?"  I ask.

    "Couldn't be better.  Sit down and have a cup of coffee."

    Secretly I was hoping that she would say life had been real shitty and 
that she constantly thought about me but I guess my luck doesn't go that far.  
I pull out the chair, sit down and just stare.  We exchange pleasantries.  I 
ask the usual inane questions about family - her parents, her husband and 
children; realizing that by asking these questions she will become aware that 
I have been thinking about her and attempting to keep up with her life.

    She returns the compliment by saying how sorry she was to hear about the 
death of my family in the automobile accident.  I wonder how she knew but then 
she is getting up, looking at her watch and saying she has an appointment and 
has to run.  My heart sinks as she moves to the door.  She turns as she opens 
the door and asks; "Remember that place we used to have lunch and then walk 
down to the beach and sunbathe ?  They have built a small park there on top of 
the cliff.  I'll treat, if you can make it about eleven."

    I nod dumbly and watch her get in her car and drive away.  I sit at the 
table for a long time and realize that I have no idea where she is talking 
about.  The only place I remember us going to the beach was very isolated, 
yea, we did bring our lunch and sunbathe but our primary concern was to be 
alone and to have some of the best sex I ever had in my life.

    The guy behind the counter finally asks if I want anything, I say no and 
then leave the bakery.  I drive around aimlessly trying to get a grip on my 
emotions - give up and then head out for where I think I'm supposed to meet 
Connie for lunch.

    I see her car in the paring lot and realize that I've almost blown it 
again by being late.  She is sitting on a park bench near a paved walkway that 
skirts the edge of the cliff.  At her feet is a shopping bag.  As I sit down 
she asks if I like submarine sandwiches, pulls a Budweiser out of the shopping 
bag, pops the tab and hands it to me.  She opens one for herself and we 
continue to sit and stare at the ocean and sip the Buds.

    She starts the conversation by asking what I'm doing with myself now.  I 
fill her in on my move to Las Vegas, retirement and what ??  I'm really not 
doing anything but working out and getting stoned.  She says that she could 
never figure why I spent so much time in the military, knowing what a stoner 
I'd been when we were younger.

    She asks about the women in my life and I decide I've got nothing to lose 
by being truthful - so I tell her about Karen.  She shows no surprise and 
says, "I assume you're fucking her."  I nod and she continues, "What a dirty 
old man you've become."  She then starts to laugh almost uncontrollably.  I 
start to laugh also, mostly out of embarrassment.  She offers me another beer 
and asks, "Do you want to know what really happened back then ?"  I didn't 
reply right away but just sat and stared at the ocean.

    I finally responded, "I don't think we can change it, so what good would 
it do ?"

                            *** CHAPTER THREE ***

    "Would you mind if I told you about it ?  I haven't ever told anyone else 
about it."

    I told her I didn't mind and she started.  It was a long story with lots 
of twists and turns and some really big surprises - like right up front.  The 
way she told it, her best friend, Mary, now her sister-in-law, was the one who 
went through her room, found the pictures and left a few lying around so that 
her mom found them.  She reminded me that we had discussed having Mary maybe 
take a couple of pictures of us together - you know, having sex and Connie had 
broached the subject with her.

    Interestingly enough most of the pictures that were found by her mother 
were of me.  Most of the pictures of Connie disappeared for a while.  As for 
the marriage, well, that was pretty much arranged by her parents.  Her best 
friend's brother, now her husband, started showing a lot of interest in her 
shortly after the pictures were found.  I stopped her and said, "Let me guess 
- - he had the pictures ?"

    "Right !" she exclaimed but she didn't find that out until later.

    On her wedding night she got so stoned and drunk that she passed out.  
When Rich, her husband, and her finally arrived where they were going to spend 
their honeymoon.  It was a cabin in Big Bear owned by her parents.  She spent 
the night on the couch and awoke in the morning very much disoriented.  She 
wandered into the bedroom and found Rich sitting up in bed smoking a joint and 
looking at the pictures.

    She said that she thought she went a bit crazy, jumping on the bed and 
hitting him over and over again.  They struggled and he overpowered her.  The 
next thing she remembers is Rich holding her down on the bed and blowing 
copious amounts of smoke in her mouth.  Soon she is very stoned and then it 
started:  He explained that she was now his wife and she better forget about 
me and start pleasing him.  He then got off the bed and took off his clothes.  
His cock was huge, soft it was the size of mine hard, she says.  Well I guess 
I've got a normal sized penis, when hard it's about five inches from my pubic 
bone to the tip but then I don't spend much time looking at other guys dicks 
so, who knows ?

    Once naked, he approached the bed and told her to strip, that he is tired 
of looking at pictures and wants to see the real thing.  Then he told her he 
was going the fuck the livin' shit out of her.  Those were his exact words - 
no shit - she assures me.

    Connie decided that cooperating was the best avenue and took off her 
clothes.  I think back to what Connie looked like naked all those years ago 
and begin to get hard.  Connie is about five foot seven and is a rather large 
girl.  She has broad shoulders to support the best pair of tits I have ever 
seen in my life - 38 inches around the bust and she would over fill a C cup.  
She said she liked the extra support the smaller cup gave her.  Her areolae 
were larger than silver dollars and in each center was a nipple about the size 
of a small grape.  I used to suck on them for hours.  She used to tell me that 
she could almost cum with me sucking on them.  She has a slim waist and not 
much hip with almost a little boy's ass.  When I knew her, her bush was 
luxurious, thick and curly - it covered her pussy.  She had a prominent mons 
and thick lips hiding her cunt.  She wasn't tight by any means but would get 
real wet and was one of the best fucks I have ever had.

    She continues to describe the first time her husband fucked her.  By the 
time she is naked he is sporting what at the time she thinks is a foot long 
hardon.  She says that now she knows exactly how long it is as she has 
measured it for him many times - nine and a quarter inches hard.  He then 
crawled up on the bed and started to suck and bite on her nipples and rub her 
cunt lips until she was somewhat wet; then he lifted her legs over his 
shoulders shoved his cock into her cunt and like he said "fucks the livin' 
shit out of me."  She said that during the next four days he fucked her at 
least four times a day and that didn't count the times he wanted her to blow 
him.  She laughed as she told me that I must be a great teacher because he 
kept telling her what a great cocksucker she was.

    Thinking that the story was over I got up, mostly to cover my hardon, and 
leaned on the rail that prevents fools from falling over the cliffs.  I stare 
out on the ocean until she comes and stands next to me.  "That's not all of 
it", she tells me, and goes on to tell me that her husband likes a lot of 
variety and would often use her to help him seduce other women and men.  They 
were often involved in swap clubs and had their own special circle of friends 
whom they would see about once a month, where the sex was wild and crazy - 
with everyone fucking everyone - two and three on one - girls on girls and 
sometimes even boys on boys.

    She said that she finally did get her picture taken, fucking her man, just 
as we had planned to do so long ago.  And she laughed at the irony.  Mary took 
the pictures just as we had planned, but after a couple of pictures were 
taken, she stripped and joined her brother and Connie on the bed; giving her 
the best head she had since the last time I had eaten her, she swore.  She 
went on to tell me that over the years; she has probably fucked and sucked 
over a hundred different guys and been with countless women also, after that 
first time with Mary, who taught her to suck and lick pussy.  And when video 
cameras became popular, Rich was one of the first to get one and now they have 
a large library, recording their exploits.

    "But that was all long ago," Connie continues, "a little over five years 
ago, I had breast reduction surgery because my tits were hanging down to my 
navel after two kids and all the attention they always got at the parties we 
had.  I will admit that all the attention I got with my tits was a turn on 
even back in high school.  But now I'm now a thirty-six "B" and happy with 
what I've got.  Rich started to lose interest in having sex with me and was 
concentrating on his business and bedding younger women.  He has power now and 
doesn't need his cock to bed his young ladies - money and power - that will 
get more pussy than a cock any day."

    She went on to say that she no longer sleeps with her husband - they have 
separate bedrooms and baths and they only socialize together for the benefit 
of his business.  Both the children have gone; their son is working back East 
and their daughter is a junior at the University of California - Irvine.

    I mention that my parents are now living in Newport Beach and she replies 
that she does spend some time in Orange County staying with her daughter.  She 
says that Rich provides her with a very comfortable life; she can go when and 
where she pleases and never wants for anything.  I casually mention that we 
ought to get together again for lunch sometime.  She glances at her watch and 
says that she has to be getting on as it is now about four or so.  I thank her 
for the brewskis and we walk toward her car.  As we approach her car door she 
turns and says, "How about a big hug ?"

    I waste no time and wrap my arms around her burying my face in her hair.  
"I suppose a kiss is out of the question ?"  I almost whisper.

    With that she pushes me away and says, "I want you to know that you don't 
ever have to ask me that question."  Then she presses her lips against mine 
and slides her tongue into my mouth.  I meet her tongue with mine and we kiss 
for a very long time.  She finally breaks the kiss and says she must be going.  
After starting her car, she rolls down the window and says, "Newport Beach ?"

    "Yea," I reply.

    "Look, I'm busy tomorrow morning but I could be down there by say one or 
one thirty ?"

    "I'll be there, where ?" I answer.

    "Oh, I don't know ?

    "Do you know Corona del Mar ?"  I ask.  She nods and I continue, "Big 
Corona - the parking lot down at the bottom of the cliff.  One o'clock - I'll 
be there."

    She looks over at the board on the top of my bug and asks, "Do you really 
still surf ?"  I nod.  She then says, "See you then, Willy," and then backs up 
and drives away.

                             *** CHAPTER FOUR ***

    The minutes are passing like hours as I sit in the bug at the far reaches 
of the Big Corona parking lot.  I've got a great view of the entrance and exit 
of the parking lot and have checked my watch about a hundred times in the last 
ten minutes.  It's about one twenty five when I see her BMW drive into the 
lot.  I start honking the horn.  She slows, looks around, waves and drives 
over and parks next to the bug.  I get out of my car and meet her at the 
driver's door.  Talk about flash backs - she is wearing my favorite dress.  A 
brown, orange and light purple plaid one piece that reaches mid-thigh and 
buttons all the way down the front.  I think that's why it was my favorite - 
once unbuttoned she was, for all practical purposes, naked.

    I open the door and extend my hand to help her out of the car.  "The 
dress, just a coincidence ?"  I ask.

    "What do you think ?"  She returns.

    "There are no coincidences."  I say.  I keep a hold of her hand and 
leading her toward the beach say, "Let's go for a walk."  She complains that 
she is wearing hose and won't be able to take off her shoes.  "Yes, you will.  
Who cares."  I retort.

    She puts a hand on my shoulder and begins to take her pumps off and says, 
"Yea, you're right - who cares."

    We walk along the beach for about an hour.  After Labor Day most 
California beaches lose the crowds that frequent them during the Summer so we 
are almost alone at times.

    She asks me a lot of questions about Karen and I tell her the type of 
relationship we have - mostly dope and sex.  She asks if I have any dope with 
me and I reply that I don't leave home without it most of the time.  Either 
that or I get stoned before leaving.

    I look at her and tell her that I'm not stoned now, nor was I yesterday 
and she laughs and says, "I know that."  I ask her if she would like to get 
high and she says, "Very much, it's been a long time."

    So we head back toward the cars and decide to smoke in her car as it's 
larger and has the better stereo system.  And what a system it is - woofers, 
sub-woofers and equalizers - all that shit !  I bring over the cooler that 
contains our lunch and once we get in the front of the car, tell her to get 
out a couple of beers.  I light a joint and take a big hit, exchanging the 
joint for a beer.  We pass the joint back and forth and sip beer until we are 
well on our way to Nirvana and the joint is now a small roach.  I pack the 
roach into a cigarette and light it for her.  She quickly passes me the 
cigarette and I finish what is left of the roach.

    We talk about the stupid shit you usually do when you're stoned until 
finally she says, "Pull your seat as far forward as you can and let's get in 
the back.  I want to sit next to you."

    As I move the seat as far forward as it goes I ask her, "What if I want to 
do more than sit next to you ?"

    She is already climbing into the back seat and her skirt has ridden up 
over her hips.  I see that she is wearing panty hose without underwear.  She 
looks back at me and says, "You really are a dirty old man, looking up my 
skirt.  Are you getting a good view ?"  Then she wiggles her hips a bit, 
almost daring me to do something.

    "Yes, I am - an excellent view."  I say as I give her behind a light slap 
with my hand.  She finally gets into the back seat giving me a very brazen 
beaver shot, which causes my cock to start hardening as I crawl into the back 
to join her.  I pull her into my arms and mash my mouth to hers and our 
tongues are immediately intertwined.  My hands start roaming over her breasts 
and her hand finds my growing hardon.

    I break the kiss and slide to the floor, telling her that I'm hungry.  She 
smiles and says, "But I want you to see my new breasts.  I think the nipples 
are off center a bit.  What do you think ?"  As she is unbuttoning her dress, 
I am reaching under the skirt and pulling down her panty hose.  Her bra hooks 
in front and as she is unhooking it, I am tossing her panty hose on the floor 
of the car.  When her breasts are bare, she asks, "What do you think ?"

    "I think they are beautiful," I said, and they were - about the size of 
apples with very large brown areolae, maybe three inches across.  In the 
center of each was a nipple the size of a grape - a large grape.  The areolae 
were off center a bit but it may have been the way she was half lying, half 
sitting in the back seat.  I could hardly see the scars of her breast 
reduction.

    I unbuttoned the rest of her dress and just stared at her naked body.  I 
leaned forward and sucked one nipple, then the other into my mouth and 
repeated, "They're beautiful."  I continued to suck and lick both of her 
nipples until they were very hard.  Her areolae now had goose bumps all over 
them and her nipples are totally erect, standing out about a half an inch from 
her breasts.

    "Enough.  Eat my cunt, Willy, suck it, lick it, make me cum, Willy."  I 
need no encouragement and lick my way from her breasts to the top of her pubic 
hair.  She has much more hair than I remember and it is very thick and coarse.  
I slowly work my tongue through it, probing for her slit.  "Lick my clit, 
Willy," she gasps as she lifts one of her legs over my shoulder.  Her mound is 
not as prominent as I remember and I quickly find her cunt lips and use my 
fingers to spread her lips.  Her lips are very thick and covered with a pelt 
of curly pubic hair.  The contrast between the color of her pink cunt and the 
surrounding forest of dark brown hair was a real turn on.  Her clit is erect 
and staring at me as I begin to lick her hole and tongue fuck her.

    "Aaaah, that's it, Willy, Oooh ! Yea ! Willy.  Lick my clit, please, I'm 
gonna cum."  She screams, so I lick right up to her nub and tease it with my 
tongue, finally sucking it into my mouth as her hips start to jerk around on 
the car seat.  Her hands capture my head and hold it in her crotch as she 
starts to cum; yelling, "Oh !  Yes !  Fuck, that's it.  I'm cummmming. Oh !  
Yea !"

    I lean back on the front seat, pulling some of her pubic hair out of my 
mouth.  "I may be a dirty old man but you are definitely one horny, old lady, 
Connie," I laugh, "My teenage mistress doesn't get off that quickly and the 
last time I saw her she was begging for it."

    "In your dreams old man; why don't we trade places and we'll see how long 
you last.  Huh, old man !  You still got that boner in your pants ?"

    She pulls me up to her mouth and we kiss for a long time, our tongues 
dueling in each other's mouth.  The next I knew she was on the floor of the 
car tugging my shorts down to my ankles.  She wastes no time sucking my, now 
soft, dick into her mouth.

    After sucking and licking on it for a bit, she looked up.  I had started 
to pump my hips off the car seat as my cock was starting to get hard again.  
She removes her mouth from my cock and say, "I don't want you to move a muscle 
until you can't stand it and are ready to fill my mouth with cum.  Understand, 
lover ?"

    I nod my head and lean back against the car seat.  She begins to lick my 
cock like its a pop-cycle, up and down and all around.  Her tongue paints my 
balls with her saliva and she gently takes my sack in her teeth and pulls it 
away from my cock, tugging on it a bit as my hardon reaches for the roof of 
the car.  She looks up at me and says, "I'm going to suck you dry, Willy, and 
there's not a fucking thing you can do about it."

    "Who says I want to.  You're going to drown in the cum I pump in your 
mouth, honey.  Now suck my cock, Connie."  Her eyes are slits as she plunges 
her mouth down on my cock and begins to give me a blow job like I've never had 
before.  Sliding her lips up and down my cock at an ever increasing pace while 
she massages my balls with one hand and eases one of her fingers into my 
asshole.  She slowly raises her mouth off my saliva coated cock, I could see 
strings of saliva hanging from her mouth, still connected to my cock.

    She whispers, "I want to swallow your cum, Willy, come on, baby, give 
Connie your cum, honey."  Then she plunges her mouth down on my cock and just 
about swallows it whole; bobbing her head up and down in my lap.  I'm getting 
very close to losing it but try to hold off as her lips slid up and down my 
dick.  I knew I was going to lose it when she grasps my cock with the hand 
that was massaging my testicles and starts to pump like crazy while keeping 
her lips wrapped around the head of my dick.

    My orgasm feels like it started in my asshole, which was still skewered on 
her finger.  There was no way I could hold back.  I grabbed the back of 
Connie's head and press it toward my groin as my cock spasms and pumps spurt 
after spurt of jizzim into her mouth.  My hips are coming up off the car seat 
as I jerk around and Connie's lips are wrapped around the base of my cock with 
her nose buried in my pubic hair, swallowing every drop of my semen.  She 
keeps her lips at the base of my cock until I'm almost totally soft and then 
slowly pulls her lips up the length of my rapidly softening dick.  She kisses 
the tip of my cock, as I look down and notice that there is no semen in my 
pubic hair, none at all; she has swallowed every drop.  She leans back against 
the front seat, licking her lips and states, "I'm ready for seconds, how about 
it, can you get it up again, Willy ?"

                             *** CHAPTER FIVE ***

    I laid in the back seat of Connie's BMW and was almost transported back to 
my teenage years.  Basking in the afterglow of the tremendous orgasm that I 
had just experienced, I was still very high from the marijuana we had smoked 
earlier.  It was a few moments, quite a few moments, before I notice that 
Connie has re-hooked her bra and is buttoning up her dress.  When she is about 
half buttoned she leans forward and kisses me, for a long time.

    "I've got to run," she say, as she continues buttoning her dress, "I told 
my daughter that I'd take her to dinner and if I don't hurry, I'll be late.  
I'm spending the night down here and I expect to meet you right here tomorrow 
morning at 0700 sharp, mister.  Isn't that what they say in the military ?"  
She laughs.  I nod my head.  "Oh, Willy, you are so stoned.  Are you going to 
remember to be here tomorrow - you better.  Darlene, that's my daughter, has 
class all morning and works all afternoon.....Let's just say that this 
afternoon was just a preview of coming attractions.  Oh ! That's cute.  You 
had better get a good nights rest, lover."

    I pull up my shorts and slowly got out of the car.  Connie already has the 
BMW started and leans out the window, "Give me a kiss, Willy."  I lean down 
and kiss her.  "Remember tomorrow morning, seven o'clock - don't be late."  
She shifts into gear and motors out of the parking lot.  I wandered down to 
the beach and rested on the warm sand in the fading rays of the September sun, 
munching on the lunch that neither of us had touched.  I drove back to my 
parents about five.  We had the usual family dinner and I hit the rack early, 
hoping that time would fly if I was sleeping.

                              [To Be Continued]
                                     [in]
                               [Surfin' Safari]
                                  [Part Two]



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