”“I’m pretty sure you knew that.”“We haven’t been hiding it.”“Look, I saw that wad of money you were waving around. Are you dealing dr...ugs?”Although it was an unfair accusation, it wasn’t an unreasonable one for 1973. With minimum wage at a whopping $1.60 an hour, the only way most kids their age could come up with a wad of cash like that was to deal drugs. At 20 hours per week, it would take a month to come up with $150.00 gross working a regular job. They were waving around a stack of one. And Claire, she was just gasping moaning and searching for the next cock to satisfy. Alex blew his wad all in her face. Ben is filling his condom while pulling the fisted hair thru his ecstasy. Claire’s face is in distress. Her mouth is wide open and gasping. The hair pulling is forcing her pussy to quiver, shake, and even squirt. I was floored on the inside but I carried a tough cool exterior as more men replaced the flaccid combatants with fresh hard cocks looking to be pleased. Ben and Alex. Ella was surprised at how Stanza was dressed smart dark blue jeans tucked in the knee high brown leather boots and when she removed her jacket a maroon silk blouse. All very much what Sal would often wear.“I hope I am not to informal but I guessed that what I was wearing would be OK. Ella had changed into a dress and realised she may have miscalculated.“Sal often dresses very similarly actually so do I.” as if to prove it in walked Sal wearing white jeans, tan boots and an ivory blouse. The. We ate fresh seafood cooked over a grill with vegetables from shore. It was wonderful. We went back out and dived some more. We motored back to our boat in time to dress for dinner.During that evening, our boat left Aruba and sailed for Bonaire arriving early in the morning.We would tour with Karen’s parents today. The tour would take us to a distillery where rum was made from cactus and to a parrot place. As usual, a great eatery was on the list also. We had a quick breakfast and left. We were.