I’ll see you later.’ She walks out the door. A ray of sun pierces through our dusty blinds and hits me in the eyes. I open my eyes to see the sol... male pheasant flying above a dying wheat field. On hunting trips only male pheasants are allowed to be hunted, that way the females can repopulate for next season. Lynn lays curled up on the opposite side of the bed, she wears a grey hoodie and sweat pants. I get up out of bed and hit the alarm on the coffee machine. Lynn sits up in bed and watches. Evie dressed up as usual, in her sexiest outfit, looking fabulous. Her boobs, nearly hanging out of her top, her beautiful legs encased in lovely thigh length boots. The evening went well, the drinks flowed and we were all having a great time when Evie needed the toilet. She was gone quite some time. Eventually she reappeared and was walking hand in hand with a beautiful redhead. ‘Ummm, sweetie,’ she said ‘I, um, overheard this girl in the toilet talking and she has a girlfriend, whos name is. "Who the fuck is that? Where are you going?! Get back here right now!". She frantically tried to cover herself with the bed sheets before chasing after me down the stairs. Whatever plan Sar had in mind vanished when she saw who was at the door​​ chatting with me. A 6'5'' black man in a well-fitted suit."Ah, here she is" I said. "Sara, this is Tyrone. Tyrone, this is Sara"."H-h-h-ello" Sara stuttered. "I don't understand what is going on here exactly"."Isn't it obvious Sara?" I said with a sly. We sometimes even fantasized that a man with a bigger cock was fucking me, but neither of us ever talked about taking that further. But I couldn’t help but think back to the Iraqi men who flashed me in Baghdad, and how big their cocks are.It was important to me that everything to be on the table, so I said, “Well, I don’t think they would try to force me to do anything, but what if they catch me at a vulnerable time. I told you before about how big those cocks were in Iraq, and those men might.