Two weeks after Paul's visit, Harry and I were invited to a barbecue the Shapins were throwing for friends and neighbors. Paul's wife, Carolyn, dropped by and spoke with Harry, who was out in the front yard mowing the lawn. I saw her from the bedroom, smiling, nodding, her hands respectfully clasped behind her back, bowing her head every few seconds as she chatted with Harry. She was wearing short blue jean shorts, red sneakers and sported a yellow light shirt from which bulged her large buxom, flashing an inviting motherly cleavage. Harry was all smiles and his face beamed as he spoke to her. I could tell he was enjoying his proximity to the sweaty breasts of the thick American white woman in front of him. He had never taken any woman other than a Chinese woman to bed and had always fantasized about making love to a large, white blond woman. But it seemed that he had given up on that fantasy, feeling that it was more likely for him to be penetrated in the ass by a man than for him to be so lucky as to insert his cock inside a white woman's vagina.
When he came inside to tell me, the jovial expression on his face had changed to a somber one.
"He has invited us to a barbecue," he declared, taking his shoes off. "This weekend. I told her I would check with you."
"We should go," I shrugged my shoulders. "It wouldn't be polite to refuse. They know we never go anywhere on the weekend."
Harry nodded, but seemed to be worried.
"You need to remain within sight," he then declared sternly. "I don't trust that animal. He may corner you in his basement and overpower you with his aggressive cock."
I laughed.
"You laugh," he said, "but I know you females. At the sight of his monster cock and his hairy chest and his muscular arms and the smell of his cologne and his low hanging testicles, you will lose your reason and you will part your legs without realizing it."
I laughed again and shook my head.
"You really think so?" I asked.
"Of course I do. I was not born yesterday. You may have all the best intentions in the world to be faithful, but the female animal in you will cast all reason away at the sight and smell of a strong male animal like him who is full of unconditional, unapologetic lust. Maybe all he would need to do is to lift you up, flip back your skirt and slide his cock, and before you realize what has happened to you, you are in full coitus mode, copulating with a man you don't even know, overwhelmed by the sex and the thick sensation of a large American cock of a healthy male inside of you."
