And I could swear that Denise was enjoying every minute of it! It became apparent that we needed to go shopping soon, as the onlyclothes for a child ...n the house were for little girls. We haddetermined that our first subject would be female, as young girls maturemuch faster and would adapt to the sudden changes more easily. We hadnever considered stocking the house with little boy's clothes. So Denisefinally agreed to take me shopping and get some clothes that would fit aboy growing up into. Her moves were deliberate, not wasting any time or energy. She was rubbing her clit against my pubes with every down stroke. Each time she would let out a soft moan. Her hard nipples were tracing trails up and down my chest. I caught her breasts in my hands and rolled her young nipples between my thumbs and index fingers. She took a deep breath and let out a loud sigh. She looked into my eyes and said that she wanted me to cum deep inside her. I knew what he meant. I changed my position a. We danced for half an hour and we started getting bored. I asked her if we can do props. She agreed. We dance for one song in her saree itself and and then an item song came up. I looked at her. She told me that she wouldn’t wear those kinda dresses in front of me. I put a sad face and she asked me not not to get sad and that she will wear just a blouse and a petticoat kind of dress.Then she removed her saree and came close to me. I put my hands on her hip and started doing the steps done on. I could notice goosebumps on her skin. Within no time, I started to kiss her neck joint and shoulders. My left hand was already on her navel. She was completely under my control.I cupped her boobs over her saree and started to squeeze them gently. I pulled her pallu off her shoulders. My hands were running all over her body, caressing her. I could feel her erect nipples over her blouse. Guess she was not wearing a bra. Her shoulders and strips of the blouse were wet with my saliva.I was gazing.