Days went on with kissing and squeezing from outside. One fine day we traveled back early in the morning to Chennai and reached her house, we started ...issing and squeezing. She made me to lay down and removed my shirt and started biting my nipples and I started moaning. Slowly she pushed her forearms and rested on my dick. It was extremely hard with 6 inches almost. I pushed her forearms on my dick so that she can press hard.After I pushed her hand she starting sucking my nipples hard and out. Two male asshole / dickhead / shit for brains take your pick were coming in the door. The first guy was about 5’8” 200 lbs mostly belly, dirty shaggy neck length blonde hair, with a dark green t-shirt and torn up jeans. The second guy was black probably Cuban or one of those Caribbean Islanders, he was close to 6’ maybe 5’10” and about 150-175 lbs skinny but fit; bald and wearing a dark navy polo and Kahiki cargo pants.I was guessing this because he was doing the talking. He was saying how they. " What the hell was it like then?" she demanded in a pinched voice he could hardly hear."He had walked out on you, leaving you in the lurch..." And what business was it of yours?" she asked in that same vicious whisper. "It was my life, and that was my husband you were attacking! Did you think you could paint him with a big black brush so I'd drop in your lap, lover?" Angrily she shoved her chair back, then pulled it back even closer to the table, "Was I some kind of prize for you, if you could. The weather is cold and the days too short. The novelty of the snow had worn off. The only holiday was Valentines Day and if you were alone, that was extremely depressing. February was really the wrong month for that holiday anyway. People didn’t feel particularly romantic at that time of year. May would have been a better choice.He shook his head as he considered the events over the past few weeks. The cabin had become too small. There was nothing to do inside the cabin except work and most of.