She put her right hand inside my pocket to take her phone…..I caught her hand,she asked me to leave but I didnt. I took her left hand and placed it ...n my dick….She took it off ….. I again kept it and she took it off again ……i kissed he forehead……her eyes…..Bit her ears and started kissing her neck….She was asking me to stop ….But I guess she didnt really want me to ….I again kept her left hand on my dick….But this time she opened my belt…and there it was : my raging dick saluting her. The stone cutters were not going to be left out of our tool making largesse. I made some impact drills that required a hammer to drive four edges into the stone. With a little bit of a twist by another man holding the tool, it could be struck again and work its way through the rock. We tested them and found they worked fine. It still took a long time to make a hole.These stone chisels were of various sizes but usually they were long and heavy. All this necessitated good sledge hammers and these. Copious amounts of her juices inundated my face with her essence. I drank as quickly as I could, feeling the excess drip down my neck, pooling behind my head. But, I could not stop! I would not stop! Turning my attention to her clit I sucked it into my mouth, rasping it with my tongue. My gentle tweaking of her nipples turned to wholesale grabbing of her tits, kneading them in my hands like bread dough.“Ahhhhhh! FUUUUCK! I’m cumming again! Don’t stop! Pleeeaase! Don’t st..Ahhhhhh!And come. I used my thumb and first finger to grasp her pantied labia, and role them against one another. The hand behind me squeezed my back. I felt dampness on the crotch of her panties as I continued massaging and rubbing her from ass to her front. I looked around and everyone seemed to be oblivious to what was going on. The guy next to my was sleeping his head bumping on the window, for pete's sake. I pulled the panty leg down and to the side and touched her wet nakedness. I could feel the wet.