There is nothing like a sobbing woman to transform my brilliant boyfriend into a Sir Galahad." She said grinning."If you had heard her story first you...would have wanted to do something about it as well." I replied."Oh as the saying goes I would have given her tea and sympathy," she responded. "But I don't think I would have come up with an idea like yours. So that would not have done her much good would it?" Of course it would because you would have told your brilliant boyfriend and he would. They got me tickets to a gaming convention which will be held on my birthday weekend. Now I’m feeling a little guilty about going because that would be the weekend I’d spend with Katie. It also ruins chances for any kind of birthday celebration with my girlfriend. I don’t think I could hope for as cool of a celebration for my birthday as we had for Katie’s but maybe she and I could have spent more of the weekend together. I even feel guilty for feeling guilty, since it was the one big birthday. 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 that he had to pay a large bribe to Sheik Omar in the form of product and he couldn't pay those prices; that's when negotiations began in earnest. After a spirited debate, we settled on one hundred eighty dinars a kilo for the resin and fifty dinars a kilo for the pot. We did have to give the traders five kilos of each. I kept fucking her wet pussy until I felt I was going to cum. We stopped for few. I sat on the table and she got up, put my cock into her pussy, and sat down. We sat there and I kissed her tits as she grinded on me. Finally she got into position and started riding me. I was a bit nervous about if she knew when to stop so I said "Courtney, what if I cum in you?" "It's fine, just tell me to slow down or stop, and besides I'm on the pill so it should be fine." I was relieved and I laid back as she.