Ravi now started moving towards Vandhana, much to his own surprise in purposeful steps. He soon held her and pushed her hands behind her back.Vandhana...never expecting Ravi to be so bold, had a shocked expression on her face.Ravi bent down and seemingly of his own violation, kissed Vandhana hard on her lips. He moved his legs to capture her body between them and pushed their bodies towards the bed.By the time Vandhana realized what was happening, Ravi had pushed her on to the bed and his body. ‘So, you fucking hairy like that all over now?’I replied ‘not ALL over, but getting there!’‘Hairy chest?’ He asked‘A little, some down the center, hairy around my nipples, more chest hair each week now, it’s filling in nicely’‘So fucking cool dude, I think your fucking stomach hair is sexy, got more than me!’, and with that comment he took off his tee shirt to show me. ‘Let’s see that stomach again man, come on, show me’I lifted up my shirt again. He pressed close to me and slid his hand over. After they’d unloaded and put all the packaging in the truck I said “Cuppa?” and they both nodded. Sitting down in our conservatory we started chatting.Terry was 52 and had been doing the delivery job for over twenty years. Derek was also 52 but had only done the job for twelve years, they’d worked together for the last four years. I didn’t particularly fancy either of them but I needed something other than toys. I bent down to scratch my foot knowing my top would be low and my tits would show. I want some boat-shoes. I ran upstairs to my suite, fetched my rubbers from my shoe bag in the closet, and slipped them on over my black shoes. And looked out the front window.Across the street from the veranda was a General Mercantile.Before I go out, what kind of devilment can I set up for the next bunch of nosy people? Better not, the "J's" haven't made the bed or straightened up. They're in this at least tits high, but I don't want to intentionally hurt one. Pussy is pussy and we have been.