" You lift your legs over the edge of the four poster bed and sit up. "I do not actually have an invitation to sit at the royal table" you reply, ...nobody will notice my absence, but I will help you to dress, I would not wish you to incur his disapproval." I pull on my undergarments and gown and wait patiently while you lace up the back. I quickly run a hand through my dishevelled hair, to try to calm the dark locks. "I want to see you again, after the dinner, meet me in the gardens, in. Sorry that the story was short….I was really busy with my work these days and so couldn’t make much time. I’m really amazed at your compliments and thank you so many guys for making this series a hit. Please, deliver your comments and wishes and suggestions to As said in part 2, my parents came and nothing much happened after that and in the night, she was sleeping in my grandparent’s room with her sister. I was also searching to sleep somewhere as my bedroom was occupied by the elders who came. I lifted my arms almost shoulder high. She took the bottom of the cups, and pulled them down, then pressed them to my rib cage, and lifted them, pushing my breasts up, letting them slip into the cups.She put her hands on the cups and jiggled them a bit so that my breasts slid into place. Then she followed the bottom of the chest band around again, grasping the ends, and sliding the clips into place. In order to reach around me, she had stepped closer, so that her breasts and mine were now. It was strange how he could be so controlled in the dicey situation of the night before; he’d been so confident. Yet the prospect of being totally alone with the girl he had fucked so many times in his fantasies had him in a cold sweat.“I mean alone,” Stacy said, “really alone.”Feeling like a complete jerk he answered, “I wouldn’t have the slightest idea where to go.”Looking over at him she cocked her head and with the vaguest trace of a smirk asked, “Are you afraid to be alone with me.