No," I replied. "It's mine. I saved it." Nonsense. You don't have that big of an allowance to save up as much asthis. Now tell mommy the truth. Tell m... where you got the money," shedemanded.I felt that awful guilt feeling come over me again, telling me that if Ididn't tell her right now that I'd be getting another awful tummy ache."Well... it IS mine and I earned it and I'm sorry you don't believe mebut it's all because of that cave I was in and I KNOW you don't believeit but I was a boy. I sensed that he did. Usually I like to be on top, but Miles got me into position so that he could fuck me Missionary-style. Okay, no problems with that, it gave me a chance to feel him deep inside of me. My feet were pounding on his back as he was screwing me and it was a really intense fuck, he screwed me hard. I was wailing and moaning and begging for more cock, the fucking was so good! I think I might be turning into a horny little slut, almost a nympho, but unlike some girls, I don’t have. Those jugs of her resting high on her chest and jiggling as she lay down, eyes still wide open. Her softly rounding belly, curving down to that pussy I planned to use very shortly.I took my hand and ran it over her tits once again, before slapping it, seeing the beginnings of my handprint form as she jumped from surprise and pain. I laughed, taking a small bit of sadistic pleasure from her response, before I moved my hand to her other one to repeat the action. I made sure to slap her tits. At first, Lara would keep to a strict moral code, but the big money isn’t looking to pay for a good Samaritan, so all of that quickly began to slide…Lara checked out herself out in the mirror before heading out. Her figure hugging black dress left little to the imagination. It only came half way down her ass, so her thong was clearly visible, and it was cut as low as it could get without her breasts actually spilling out. A 45 year old body isn’t supposed to be that tight, but her surgeon had.