We had been talking, negotiating with our car lot owner friend Dave about a business venture that was exciting. My knowledge regarding new environment...l consciousness, Ecology, gave rise to the possibility of starting a first ever recycling auto wrecking business on the island which could replace the simple piled up yard of mosquito breeding car carcasses that were an environmental disaster. This was something badly needed in Hawaii in 1967- 68. Dave was the financing and we were the hard work. .mmmmm...(kiss)...is..(kissing lower)...mine", he groaned against her tender flesh, stopping at the place where her neck met her collar bone. His lips lingered here for what seemed like minutes, devouring her sweet taste, leaving his mark on his favorite place...on his girl.His hands made their way down to her soft breasts as he towered over her, pressing her every curve into the wall as his rising chest leaned into her, taking her lips with his again. Safe, secure, wanted, and needed is how. It was uncomfortable and even painful, but I was enjoying it. My cunt was dribbling into my hand as I frantically fingered my clit; the wetness was running onto the sheets but was eagerly replaced with more. His movement was deep; he was hitting me hard with his hips onto my ass.His hard cock hit my pussy with the same power. I was sure I was going to feel this for a few days at least, but now it was nice to feel used and abused.I slid two fingers into my soaking pussy to make it a bit tighter. Why should Nadia have all the fun, I figured. I cupped his face in my hands. He came in close. He stuck his tongue out. I stared at him for a second before licking it. Then sucking it. His hand pulled my T-shirt up. I started whimpering in protest but caught myself as he started French kissing me. My hands were on his broad shoulders. He took one of my hands and brought under the water. Right to his cock. I was nervous. I stroked it. He kept muttering “Yeah” into my ear. His hands were puling.