We were shown the real stuff made ofgold and precious stones so that we could tell the difference, but nevergot to wear it. I did enjoy wearing dangli...ng earrings and the feelingwhen they brushed my neck.Some months into classes we were encouraged to wear more fantasy andstage clothes, such as cheer-leader or show-girl ones. Typically withvery short skirts intended to reveal the pants underneath. Then one daythe teacher produced some slave-girl outfits which all the girls in agroup had to put. “God damm homie you fuckin stink”! The voice exclaims. I kinda chuckle and respond, “Well ya dawg—that's why they call it shit !” “Ya dawg—but you extra loud”. I just chuckle again. Again, silence for a couple more minutes. I couldn't decide if the dude have left or not, until there appeared under the door a pair of flip flop clad feet. Nice looking feet too, lol, for a dude. I reach up with my right foot and tap the door open—they didn't have locks on them. It was Riley. I shoot him a grin.. They tried to catch us.Melissa is running so fast I lose sight of her I get to the lingerie section of Macy's when a arm reaches out and grabs me.It it was Melissa and sweat was pouring down her face she says to me that she thinks we lost them. we go in to the fitting room to hide .Nobody is there so we go in the same cubicle.Wow that was close the smallest of the three nearly got me he ripped my shirt a little bit.Melissa then proceeds to start telling me how excited and horny she got from. Maine pucha – kis baare mein didi. Didi- muskura kar boli kuch nahin. Woh samajh gayi ki main kya keh raha hoon. Didi mere se boli – chalo zoo chalte hain wahi khana kahyenge. Aur humlog zoo pahunche. Ticket lene kebaad hum andar gaye. Ghoomne lage. Mujhe savitri ki yaad aa rahi thi unhone poocha- mintu us din tumen chatai kyon hatayee thi jaan boojhkar ya dhoke se. Maine kaha dhoke se hat gayi thi. Did ne poocha- kaisi lagi thi main. Maina poocha- kyon aap toh waise bhi aachi hain phir esa.