As the zipper closed, her breasts were pushed up even more and out; her dress strained to hold them in. She had white body paint on all the exposed ar...as to give her that "dead" look."Damn girl, you could rest a couple of drinks on that shelf!" Christine giggled."Funny, Christine, now help me with this wig, will you? I cannot have any of my blonde hair sticking out of the jet black of the wig."With the wig properly combed and a few tugs and tucks of the dress, the only thing left to put on was. She actually winked at me instead of giving me a dirty look. The rest of the class went by in somewhat of a daze. I kept turning it over and over in my head, ‘what could the wink have meant?’. Jordan answered that question at the end of the class when she walked up to my desk and slipped a note into my binder. It read: “Meet me outside the girl’s locker room after school”I was honestly speechless, what could Jordan, the hottest girl in our school, want to talk to me about? I figured that there. They were huge! She just stood there with her top off looking at me, I didn't know what to do.I finally ask her If she minded, she said no so I reached up and picked up her tits and gave them a squeeze.They were soft and I felt her flesh between my fingers.I let my hands go up to her nipples, rolled them between my fingers.She said its been a long time since I had a man touch me like this, I ask her again if it was ok.She said "yea after all I took off my blouse not you".I stood up and went. *Now I love a big black prick as much as the next white woman, but when the six men, or should I say nearly men, holding guns, and knives somewhere on their person that were attached to those pricks, and directing their anger at my presence in their territory, well it can be somewhat disconcerting. Of course, it was my entire fault for just scanning the address, and not writing it down. Had I written it down I'd have more clearly seen the E for east, instead of the W that I mixed it up with.