Not quite as nice as Jane's, but still ... When she bent over to put an item in her box, I could see her pussy lips peeking out between her thighs. Wa...s the stripping session turning her on?But Denise, now. Even in her modest swimsuit, she was absolutely stunning. Her chest, now that I could see it without a blouse, seemed to be around a C-cup on the smaller side and she had a figure that many models would die for. Wow, I wish I could get to see her naked. Oh, well, that's not likely to happen. Did I really spend thefirst few years of my life being raised as a girl? I certainly had nomemory of it. But...perhaps some things did make more sense in thiscontext. From a young age, I was always fascinated by my mother'sthings. The silkiness of her dresses. The stretch and hold of her oldfashioned girdle. The colors and scents of her cosmetics, and theshine and glitter of her jewelry. By the time I was 8, I would takeany opportunity when she was out to put on one of her outfits, andmake up. Chelsea definitely had a nice, tight, pale bottom, recently cherry as it was. I had to say to myself that if she went about her first porn anal the way that she did this maiden encounter, she would more than impress her fans. She greedily pushed back at me with her hips, wanting more of my dick in her delectable butt. I rammed it deeper and harder on each stroke, reveling in how hot and tight her exquisite derriere really was. I kept rubbing her cheeks, making Chelsea moan with each caress. And I would be wearing nothing but my new sandals, a dog collar, and a leash.I wore my high heels for the rest of that day. I felt very tippy with the five-inch heels at first. John complimented me on how feminine my legs looked and how the heels made my round butt stick out. He taught me to walk like a woman by tucking my cock and balls between my legs and with my thighs together, taking short steps.When I could keep my erection under control, I felt deliciously feminine. When John left me to.