1.8 meters and she smiled at everyone as she entered the shop. She had on the signature red shirt with the logo of the shop on and a pair of tight fit...ing black jeans that clung to her ass. I must say she had a very tight ass that any man would drool over.I was still in my trance when one of the other guys walked up to me and woke me out of my trance. “I hear that you are the new guy here. Call me Gangster” The black guy said and I looked at him and shook his hand. “My name is Alex” I replied.. "Here," I said, putting my arm around her shoulders, "We're almost there."Just to have my arm touching her in any way was enough to awaken my penis. Usually, penises shrivel up in the cold. But mine was receiving an unusual dose of warmth from the woman of my dreams."What'd you say?", she asked."I said, your room or mine? You remember, I have that great bottle of wine I brought with me for us to share." Oh yeah. We could probably go to my room. I need to stay by the phone. One of my kids has. Why did couldn’t she enjoy sex for the pleasure it gave her, why did she always have to feel like this afterward? In the bathroom, she finished cleaning herself up, slipped off her dress, put on a terrycloth robe, then went back out to the living room. The man was gone. Ann’s mood lifted as she stood there, looking around. Maybe the man had changed his mind and left, so she could be alone. ‘I’m in here, honey,’ she heard him call from the bedroom. A bit saddened, she walked to the bedroom. ..Suddenly, the man pulled down his trousers and hugged my wife to him. I was behind him, so I could not quite see what he was doing, but there was a look of wide eyed amazement on my wife’s face. The bastard now was moving forward his hips, as if his was dry fucking my wife...After a few seconds, he turned around and what I saw really amazed me.In front of his fat, hairy belly there was a long fat cock that looked like a horse. It was dribbling pre cum in a long thick rope.I looked at my wife.