That guy was the total opposite of how I pictured myself.But ... the first time I saw new myself reflected in a still pond? I meant it.Who da fuck is ...hat?I mean ... I knew I was big now ... but I wasn’t prepared for six foot eight. Aren’t Indians short? The Apaches ... ah ... I get it ... the Apache were historically short but in Ohio, amateur excavations of Indian burial mounds tell of many skeletons being exhumed that measured 6.5-8 feet in length. Truth be told, professional anthropologists. Jen let her head fall back onto his shoulder and slid her hand under his robe, and lovingly fondled his big, semi-erect cock, feeling it grow harder in her hand. She turned to face him, putting her arm round his neck and drew him in. She kissed him so softly on his lips. He whispered “Baby”, and slowly pushed open her bathrobe, exposing her breasts more. Aaron sucked at one, then swirled his tongue across her hardening nipple. He knew Jen loved it, as a whimper left her soft lips. Jen slipped. “Well… okay one drink, white wine, thanks,” I said gratefully.“Let’s sit over there,” she said as she picked up our drinks.All three of us sat down and she continued.“So, did you fancy my husband?”I looked at him.“I guess.”She smirked, “You guess?”“Okay I did… yes,” I admitted.They both smiled.She leaned into me, “And would you have fucked him?”I inhaled sharply, shocked at her forthright fullness.“I had not got that far in my head,” I lied.She laughed out loud. “I ought to spank you for lying…. “Like strippers you mean” she asked. He said yes but in her case, it would be for a certain clientele, namely Asian businessmen. They were apparently infatuated with redheads and they were highly prized. They also command top dollar for their services. Well, at least now she understood why he wanted to be sure she was a real redhead, also why he wanted to see her in a bikini.He went on to tell her that she was one of the best-looking redheads he had ever met and if she wanted, she could really.