“Well you can’t swim in your clothes, what would do for clothes after we go swimming. You know you can’t go naked or just wear a towel. My mom w...ould make you go home,” I told her.Playing along she answered, “Why would my clothes get wet if I went swimming?”As the other kids let that percolate around in their heads, she was pulling me over toward my car. She saw the center belt and begged me to not make her use it. The others were fine, but she didn’t want it between her legs.Whatever. You are. ‘‘How on earth did you get over a two thousand dollars?!’’ she screamed. ‘‘Are you also dealing the drugs? – ANSWER ME!’’At first I denied, but she obviously was going to demand some valid explanation. So in the end I saw no other option than to just confess to her accusations. What else was I going to do, tell my mom I had been selling my butt to a bunch of men? That truth was even worse than the lie portraying me as a drug dealer.Being the Good Samaritan that she was, my mom decided the money. Deeply satisfied, the pair simply relaxed in bed for a few minutes more, spooning together with Mike’s cock slowly softening inside her pussy.Mike kissed her shoulder lovingly, whispering, “You’re wrong, you know. About me being an incredible father.”Throwing a confused look over her shoulder, she asked, “What do you mean?”Grinning, he explained, “Any asshole that can get an erection can be a father. But it takes a real man to be a dad. Getting spit up on, putting Band-Aids on cuts, teaching. " That sounds good. Why don't you pour and I'll make myself comfortable."He returned with the glasses of wine, handing her one. She pulled ajoint from her purse and asked if he'd like to smoke some pot."I can do that," he responded.Knowing there was a lot of drug use in the tranny world, he had pickedup a small vial of cocaine earlier in the day. He pulled it out of thedresser and offered it out for her inspection."Well aren't you the man," Cody vamped, as he poured out a pile on thenightstand..