The party was about to break up, and most of the kids were tired and ready to call it a night. The parents happened to be in the kitchen cleaning up f...om the food preparation when three young men came in through the back door. They were all brandishing knives, and the two parents were shocked into submission by the sudden invasion.The parents were tied up and gagged, but otherwise unharmed. The invaders were after drugs that they were sure the kids were carrying. Specifically, they were looking. “That Las-damned bastard,” Sven roared, pointing ahead.That was when I saw Prince Meinard ride into view, coming around the house from the side. He sat astride a massive warhorse, looking resplendent in his armor, his face dark shadows surrounded by his lank, blond hair.Sven broke away from Ava. His hand ripped his dueling sword from its scabbard. He bellowed with such rage. He pounded down the street. Soldiers turned. Prince Meinard pointed, shouting something. Metal clinked. I could only. "The gray is mine," she said, pointing in the direction of the horses. "The bays belong to my sisters and the black is Bernie's, but he hardly ever rides anymore."I was only half listening; too busy watching where I was stepping to concentrate on what she was telling me. Well, my mind was still back in her room, recalling how firm her breasts looked for the few seconds they were exposed."Are any of them boys?" I asked without looking up to get her reaction."No weenies. They're all buns," she. So, I thought, “why not?” Over the next couple of weeks we shopped for outfits and dresses and heels and hosiery and other things. She then started shopping for panties, I asked her why, and I told her that I would just wear my regular underwear underneath. She said no that I had to have the full experience. To make her happy I just agreed and moved on. She chose a strapless pink prom dress with a black sash for me and black 6 inch stiletto heels and pink ruffled panties with nude stockings. To.