" Advancing to the opening, he stooped and raised the stone easily in spite of its weight; then, fitting it into its place, he said, --"You removed th...s stone very carelessly; but I suppose you had no tools to aid you." Why," exclaimed Dantes, with astonishment, "do you possess any?" I made myself some; and with the exception of a file, I have all that are necessary, --a chisel, pincers, and lever." Oh, how I should like to see these products of your industry and patience." Well, in the first. Now, this was back in the 'old days' when rest stops were pretty much a truck thing—not so much 'travelers', so they still had the old style piss troughs, and often no doors on the stalls. I walk up to the trough and hooking the band of my jock with my thumb, whip out the meat. Letting it hang free, with my hand up on the wall—fully exposed, I let out a vocal “ahhhhhh”. In moments I hear some footsteps walking in, and I just grin. That bare hairy jock ass gets them every time :) Being pretty. Franks. I'll be right in. I just need to call my husband and let him know I'll be late."Jane Brooks dialed her husband."Honey, I have to work late again tonight... no, I'll be home for dinner... I know it's the third time this week but Mr. Franks is in the middle of a big project... I'm sorry honey. I'll make it up to you on the weekend."Jane straightened her short red skirt and adjusted her white blouse which did little to hide a pair of 38D tits. She took a mirror out of her purse and. I gulped down the rest of the cocktail and felt a very strange feeling filling my body. My pussy reacted to her soft touch as I began to ride her finger. One of the other females from the group began to loosen the female that was kissing me’s dress. It slowly fell down her body and onto the floor. To my surprise, she was completely naked. Her kisses were getting more urgent and she now had three fingers embedded in my wet hole. One of the males from the group.