Especially when your dad is so small he can't even wear condoms!"I didn't know what to say. My mom had just complemented my cock and compared it to my...dad's! Even more bizarre, I started to feel my dick get hard. I tried to hide it, but Sarika noticed."Well, your feelings couldn't be hurt that bad." Sarika said, smiling. I could feel the after-touch of her fingers on my penis, their phantom impressions stirring it to life.Looking down at Sarika, my nineteen year old hormones started to rage.. We respect each other.”I thought a second, “Mitch. You should set the tone for how you want Tali to respond to her admirers, including me. How far do you want me to go with Tali, that is if she acts to build some relationship or physical contact?”“Oh, good question. I think you should follow your own conscience. Mine is fucked up right now. I need to get used to having watched my wife get the fuck of her life from my old friend, and then she went and fucked three or four other men as she. I was sweaty all over the fucking place. My balls were saying thank you Tom. I went back to my chair (opposite side to Chrissie) and sat down exhausted and relived. Chrissie on the other hand was just smiling back at me. She took her knife ant fork and cut a piece of pancake covered in cum, really a lot of cum was on those pancakes. I just starred at her slowly putting the cum drenched piece in to her mouth. Once completely in she started sucking on it like a piece of candy. A bit of cum fell. Two hundred fifty dollars equaled about four hundred thousand Iraqi dinars but only one hundred seventy-five Jordanian dinars. In the unlikely event the traders offered us gold or dollars, we'd negotiate down to two hundred twenty-five dollars a kilo.We had rehearsed the negotiations as much as we had my cover story. When the leader of the traders said he had Jordanian dinar I asked for two hundred twenty dinars a kilo for the hash and sixty-five for a kilo of the grass. The trader explained.