0 comments/ 26763 views/ 0 favorites Alison Furse Rejuvenated By: Edwina - Introduction - A story of the sexual pleasure of the older generation. An indication that it's never too late for a sexual romp even in a more staid way of life. The following story is purely fiction drawing on the experiences, many and varied, of a first time author, a bi-widow who herself loves sex... * * * * * James Fontwell poured himself a large malt whisky as he pondered over his experiences of the last four weeks. A widower of four years, James had totally rejected his sexual urges. He and his late wife Kate had enjoyed an exhilarating sex life and he had believed that it would be impossible to recreate such an experience. After all James was 68 years old, not only was it impossible to so totally love a woman as he had Kate but who would enjoy the company of an old man. However, six weeks earlier James had received a telephone call from an old friend, Edward Crompton, would James consider advising a widowed lady on some investments. The particular investment field the lady was interested had been James specialty before the death of Kate and James ultimate retirement. Could he possibly consider a favour for an old friend? After due consideration James agreed. The meeting was to be in the Clarence Hotel in Manchester. Apparently Mrs. Furse's late husband had been in cotton and although that market had folded many years before, he had invested his monies wisely. However, reinvestment was now required. Alison Furse was, by her own admission, seventy-two years of age, she could easily have passed for a woman in her late fifties or early sixties. She had not coloured her hair but she had, apparently kept her figure. She was quite tall, in her high heels she almost came up to James 6ft 4ins. Dressed in a smart grey business suit over a pristine white shirt blouse she was very attractive. The first two or three meetings were very formal although Alison accepted two or three luncheon engagements. James found himself drawn to this self possessed elegant woman and eventually invited her out to dinner. Alison demurred at first and then agreed. They had some very enjoyable evenings in various restaurants around the city, invariably, at her insistence they met at the restaurant and she was met by a chauffeur driven car which appeared to be always at her beck and call. On the previous engagement bar one she had allowed James a fleeting kiss as they parted. Most evenings during dinner she had been very reticent concerning her private life but that particular night she confessed to how much she was missing her husband. She hinted that they had led a very full married life in the full meaning of the word and she had accepted his kiss almost as if it were expected. On the next occasion it was Alison who suggested a restaurant about seven miles from the city and asked if he would accept being collected by her car. After a wonderful evening, dining well and dancing to a String Quartet they sat in the back of the Bentley with his arm around her shoulder. Turning towards her he had bent to kiss her lips, a kiss that Alison returned her lips opening in response to the gentle probing of James tongue. As her tongue mingled with his James tentatively touched her breast, there was no protest, her tongue pressed further into his mouth. he felt the nipples harden under his touch and he almost stopped breathing as her hand settled on his thigh inches away from his now engorged manhood. Suddenly the car drew up at the gate to his house, Alison gently disentangled herself. "Thank you for a wonderful evening James, I do so hope we will be able to do that again, so until Thursday when we have the business appointment I will have to ask you to say 'Goodnight'. Until Thursday " James found himself on the pavement, the car drew away and he walked up the path and let himself into his empty home. The following evening was the eve of the next meeting with Alison. Had he made progress? Was she already regretting those few moments of passion? James found himself aroused. It was the memory of her, the kiss, her tongue, the fullness of her breast, the hard nipple and the touch of her fingers only inches away from his hardness. Was she teasing him, playing with him? He made up his mind to ask her to dine in the same restaurant again and hopefully on the next occasion he would gently take her... To Be Continued... Alison Furse Rejuvenated Ch. 2 As James picked up his morning mail he noticed the neat white unstamped envelope with simple legend: - James Fontwell Esq., Ignoring the bills and letters, of which there were several. James quickly slit open the envelope with his ebony paper knife. The envelope contained a plain white card on which was inscribed:- Dear James, Please excuse this belated note but I have unfortunately misplaced your telephone number and I recall that you had told me that you are unlisted. May we please postpone todays meeting until this evening? I should be obliged if we could meet at my home and perhaps you will consider dining with me here. Should this be acceptable please telephone and leave a message on my answer phone? We could meet at 7.00pm and having concluded our business perhaps dine at 9.00pm. Thankyou Regards, Alison Furse 695-4766666 James immediately picked up the telephone and confirmed that the arrangement was acceptable. Humming quietly to himself James read through the rest of the mail and tried to suppress the fantasies that invaded his mind. Fantasy followed fantasy. Alison opening the door dressed in a filmy negligee Alison opening the door in an elegant evening gown with an extreme décolleté and as she turned the back cut so low that the swell of her buttocks was obvious. Alison opening the door dressed in an extremely tight extremely short dress that suggested she was naked beneath - No,no, no, that was quickly dismissed from his mind. That Alison would never do. He thought about it a while longer, no she would never be tarty, long evening gown, yes, nothing underneath, lovely thought but unlikely. She seemed to have a good figure, but maybe that was the work of an excellent foundation garment,. 'No, James', he told himself. ' You are going to work and are being offered dinner as a " Thankyou" for accepting the change. Nothing more' However the visions he had created of Alison were reflected in the tumescence visible in the front of his dreessing gown. Sitting back in a kitchen chair he allowed his prick to assert itself free of the folds of the gown. "A 68 yr old man with a 'hard on' good enough to do justice to a 20yr old." James spoke out loud. "Oh God, I can never wait until this evening, what if I do get to have her?" Oooh, the very thought.,... James started to masturbate something he had not done for a very long time. His hard prick stiffened even more at the lascivious thoughts going through his mind he cradles his swollen balls with one hand as the other swiftly jacked him to a climax, "God I'm cumming", he astounded himself as the pearly white hot jism ejected from the end of his cock onto the kitchen floor. he looked at the creamy cum still dribbling from the eye of his dick onto his fingers and smiled to himself. 'Whatever were you thinking of James Fontwell? Wanking at your age and in the kitchen of all places.' James decided to shower again after cleaning the kitchen floor then to have a round of golf to put everything out of his mind until the evening... Alison Furse Rejuvenated Ch. 3 James glanced at his watch as the taxi drove away, 6.58. He walked up the drive and rang the bell. It was opened immediately, not by a member of her household as James had expected, but by Alison herself. "Ah, punctilious as usual James." She greeted him, "Please come in, my study is there on the left." James was not sure if he was disappointed or relieved to see that Alison was dressed in a dark grey, even clerical grey business suit. No backless gown, no micro skirt, but down to earth sensible clothing for a formal business occasion. he was pleased that he had not 'dressed'. For a while he had deliberated as to whether he should wear a dinner jacket, nothing informal either. he was wearing a dark suit and a conservative (with a small 'c') tie. Seating himself as indicated he started to discuss Alison's investment portfolio. He was surprised to hear Alison say, as they came to the end of their discussion that it was already 8.45. "Sorry that I extended the meeting James, it was unintentional, you are quite amenable to a late meal? she said as she took him through to her drawing room. "Dinner will be ready shortly, I have opened the wine, I hope you don't mind eating in here. The dining room is a little bit on the big side just for two and I have no staff on duty. The drinks cabinet is over there, just help yourself. I would enjoy a large gin and tonic with lots of ice please. Now you will have to excuse me for a few minutes. I must make sure all is absolutely right." In fact Alison was away for thirty minutes but when she returned James felt his pulse quicken. She had on a plain black gown, the front plunged almost to her midriff and the neck revealed her breasts almost in full. The edges of the material just managing to cover the nipples. Obviously she was NOT wearing much of a foundation garment. This woman could never be seventy-two years of age. Not unless she had discovered the secret of eternal youth. "Sorry I have taken so long, dinner will be ready in five minutes, I promise, just time to enjoy these drinks." So saying she sat on one of the club chairs and crossed her legs. James could not help but stare. The dress fell away, the slit in the side which he had not noticed was cut to mid thigh and he had a glimpse of a lacy stocking top for a fleeting moment. He sighed with incredulity. her legs were perfect. "James, tell me, are you finding my age difficult to accept, the fact that I am 72 yrs old, well be assured I am but I have the body of a woman, almost quite literally three quarters of my age, the body of a woman of 50. Over dinner I will explain. If you had that opportunity would you take it?" James was again fantasising if he was 45 again what could he not do for this woman but she interrupted his dreams by announcing that dinner was served. The food was exquisite, Scottish smoked salmon and slivers of lemon served with wafer thin slices of brown bread. An ice cold bottle of Chablis was the perfect wine for the occasion. Next Alison served an orange and grapefruit sorbet. The main course was a thick fillet of Aberdeen Angus beef served with broccolli, courgettes, roast and duchess potatoes and roast parsnips. A bottle of Nuits St George 1984 complimented this main course. Bombe Alaska was then offered and although he knew he should have refused this too was accepted with a glass of Sauternes. A good slice of Stilton and a glass of vintage port brought an excellent meal to it's conclusion. During the meal Alison had told him of an adventure she and her husband had enjoyed some five years previously. In Borneo her husband had insisted on meeting up with a native who had been in the Malay Rangers during the Emergency in the late 1940's early 1950's against the Chinese and Malayan communist terrorists. Sunghi Mohammed Dhou was not the head man of his tribe. Alison knew that he had to be at least 70 but he looked no older than 30. It was a tribal secret but as Alison husband, Mortimer had saved this mans life in a guerrilla ambush this secret of longevity was given to them. It had to do with Oriental fruits that were equally well know to the West being fermented with a particular grass. On returning home Mortimer laughed off the idea even going as far as suggesting that it was not his old friend that he had met but the son or even grandson of his friend who had over the years digested the history of the Malay rangers to the extent that he believed himself to be his father/grandfather. Mortimer did not take the elixir. Alison, by her own admission, being vain and not wanting to lose her sexual attractiveness had, in secret, her once being a commercial Chemist, managed to distil the elixir and she had been taking this aid to youthfulness once a month ever since. Unfortunately Mortimer had died of old age, in fact, as Alison was now on the port, she admitted that he was in the midst of an amazing sexual excess when, in Alison's less than her normal Oxbridge English suggested that "My dear old husband, instead of Coming, he Went!!" Alison Furse Rejuvenated Ch. 4 Alison got up from the table and suggested that they take their drinks through to the lounge. James glanced around on entering, three table lamps cast a glow about the room with just enough light to indicate the two deep couches and three deep chairs that together with occasional tables and large overstuffed cushions seemed to indicate a soft sensual nature. This was suddenly highlighted as Alison flicked a switch and soft sultry music invaded the room. James turned to speak to and suddenly she was pressed against him., he took her glass and placed it with his own on a low table and then took her in his arms. The kiss was soft and deep, again their tongues entwined as on the previous evening and his hand cupped the swell of her breast. She kissed him deeply pressing hard against him and he allowed his fingers to creep under the material of her dress. The was no bra, nothing but the soft swell of the naked breast under his fingers as they sought the nipple. It came alive under his fingers, stiffening and enlarging until it seemed to his touch to be about an inch long. He realised that her dress was falling away and suddenly the whole length of her body was hard against him. He felt himself responding and as he hardened Alison murmured and pressed her mound against it. Gently she pushed him away and as she did so her gown fell at her feet. She stepped from it revealing that she wore only a pair of silk stockings and black lacy panties which just covered her pubic mound. His attention was redirected as she made him shed his jacket, she then unfastened his tie, undoing every button herself she removed his shirt pulling it free from his belted trousers. Then seating herself on one of the couches she indicated for him to stand in front of her. James was fully aware of the tumescence hidden by the fly of the trousers. Alison slowly unfastened his belt, then she drew down the zip of his fly. James trousers fell at his feet and Alison drew in her breath as she studied the bulge inches from her face. Then grasping his undershorts she pulled then down revealing his hard penis, the head seemed to glow deep purple in the subdues lighting. Alison cradled his testes in one hand slowly stroking his length with the other. She leaned forward and slowly allowed her tongue to lick the underside and them in one heart stopping moment she engulfed the head of his cock in her hot mouth... To Be Continued... Alison Furse Rejuvenated Ch. 5 For James it was the Agony and the Ecstasy, but which was dominant? Which overcame the other? Undoubtedly the ecstasy was the way that Alison wrapped her tongue around the head of his cock at the same time sucking on him, the agony was knowing that he would soon lose control, would actually 'cum' in her mouth whether she desired it or not. It had been so long, such a long time since he had enjoyed having his penis so well played with, his Kate did this for him. It had been all part of the foreplay they both enjoyed, but Alison was also practised in the art, he squeezed the base of his penis, he had to slow it all down. The Agony was knowing that if he did 'cum' at his age it might be hours before he was again ready and it was possible, a probability that Alison would want satisfaction, she would want to have sex, in his own mind he knew what he wanted, he wanted to fuck her, on this occasion no other word would do, it was not 'making love' that was just a euphemism for the act when it was not between lovers and he and Alison were not yet 'lovers' as he and his darling Kate had been. Not that he would use the word to Alison, a word probably not in her vocabulary as it had been in Kate's, inwardly he smiled to himself, anyone who had known Kate would have been surprised, nay possibly horrified if they had heard the base Anglo-Saxon words she used on these occasions. The thoughts had all run through his mind in microseconds. He was now back to the very real threat of 'cumming'. Gently, regrettably, he withdrew, neither of them said a word but Alison obviously understood. She lay back on the couch and spread her legs as James crouched between them. he leaned across and fastened his lips over a nipple. Her nipples were hard and dark pink and the aureoles were almost deep brown and extremely large. He sucked first on one nipple and then the other. James then noticed the ice bucket was just by his side, he took a mouthful of wine not caring if it was the Chablis or the Sauterne and then closed his mouth over a nipple. Alison responded with a groan and 'OH YES OH YES.' He took another sip and then kissed her, leaning over his still rampant penis pressing against her mons and she moved against it. As the wine dribbled from him to her their tongues again fought their own sweet battle, Alison moved more impatiently, it was obvious what she wanted. "Not yet my love, not yet." James murmured, and poured wine in the valley between her breasts. Then he lapped it up as it slowly ran down from her breasts and across her stomach. He looked up at her, Alison eyes were dark pools, unblinking. He looped fingers to the waist of her panties and without a word she raised herself allowing him to slide then away and down her legs. The perfume of her assailed his nostrils. The wonderful musk of an aroused woman almost made him lose control and mount her without waiting, but he knew exactly how he wanted to give this woman pleasure, he knew he was taking a risk, but Alison seemed as sensuous and as sexual as Kate had been. James gazed at her, her arousal was obvious, the thick lips below the curls of her mound were wet and open, her the nub of her clitoris whilst not fully engorged peeped from it's hood, her vagina was ready for the invasion by his penis, but still he made her wait. The ice bucket was still by his side and he quickly slipped a small cube into his mouth. Whilst he kissed her nether lips his hot tongue quickly smoothed off the sharp edges of the cube and when he was satisfied he closed his mouth over her clitoris pressing the cube of ice onto the delicate organ. Alison screamed, but it was a scream of utter pleasure. "Oh yes oh yes oooooh yessssss oh please." The cube was almost melted away and using his tongue he quickly transferred it to the uterus. "James James - please please - oh god please James fuck me." She slid her hips down to the seat of the couch and placing the tip of his penis at her entrance he slowly eased himself into her, savouring the warm velvet moistness as it closed around him. Slowly very slowly he eased himself backwards and forwards. he knew that if he was not careful he would erupt too soon, getting his own satisfaction before she was ready. They were not lovers used to each others ways, it was extremely unlikely that they would both reach orgasm at the same time. With all their years together he and Kate could control themselves, she often had small multiple orgasms before what she called her 'BIG CUM' which was the moment that he too would would reach his release. James need not have worried, obviously the foreplay had helped and Alison's own rhythm was urging him on, she urged him to follow her up on the couch and as he now lay on top of her she reacted to every stroke, meeting him and gasping, "James oh James, it is wonderful, oh god fuck me James and then ooooooh god I'm cumming, i'mmm cummmmming oh yes yesssss yesssssssss. James too reached his peak and to her gasping, "Don't pull out don't pull out, fill my quim" he rammed his cock into her pussy as he too released his semen. Afterwards lying languidly in each others arms James savoured every second, not once would he allow her to know that unconsciously he had been putting her prowess alongside that of Kate and she had shown herself to be an excellent lover. Kate had similar thoughts. 'His cock is not as big as Mortimer, but goodness me he knows how to use it... Thinking of Mortimer, she wondered what his sister, Alison's sister, Isabel Crompton, would think of her. Alison and Isabel had been close friends for years but neither had thought to admit to their sexual preferences. Perhaps as it was Edward Crompton who had introduced her to James they could all meet socially. Alison smiles to herself. She was well aware that Edward Crompton had no sexual imagination whatsoever. She had once attempted to seduce him but Edward was a dry old stick, the only figures he was interested in were financial. To Be Continued... Alison Furse Rejuvenated Ch. 6 Chapter 6 Alison's Friends Indulge MEANWHILE in AMSTERDAM... THE CROMPTON AFFAIR The Hotel Queen Wilhelmina Isabel Crompton awoke and for a few moments could not think where she was. Then the memories flooded back and Isabel was unsure as to whether she should be astonished, appalled and mortified or satisfied, satiated and smug. Her husband Edward was still fast asleep in the other king-size bed.Hmm, she thought, he would be annoyed, angry, unbelieving and dismissive. She decided not to mention it. In a way he was to blame. Mentioning to him that over the past few weeks James Fontwell and Alison Furse were seeing rather more of each other, than one would have expected if he was just handling her investments. Isabel had suggested that James was probably handling more than those. She ventured that when Alison had told Edward that James had given her total satisfaction, it probably meant that James had invested something in her. Edward had become annoyed, told her not to be so crude, at her time of life, 78 yrs of age she should know better. Alison and James were past that sort of thing. "Good God woman." He had said, "Use your common sense. Like us, both would have given up on sex years ago." Isabel had thought to herself that he had proved to be past it, but she had often dreamed of enjoying making love again. Now this! They had flown to Amsterdam from Manchester, Edward had a controlling interest in a small brewery and the large Dutch firm of Amstel had made enquiries concerning taking over the firm of 'Hobson's Choice Ales and Stout' Brewery of Fallowfield. Rooms had been reserved for them in the 'Queen Wilhelmina' and Isabel was gratified to find it was a suite of rooms. They had arrived in Amsterdam in the late afternoon and the meetings were to be held later in the day. Isabel was to be taken around the town. The previous evening, after a late dinner, Edward had suggested an early night and proceeded up to their rooms at 10.30. Isabel had lain awake for what seemed hours, Edward was snoring and nothing appeared to stop him. Recalling that there was a television in the sitting room Isabel had decided to find a film to help tire her. After moving through various channels she came across a film that she knew she ought to immediately have switched off. A film absolutely unavailable in the UK where the ante-pornography laws made it illegal to show anything other than what could only be classed as soft porn where the genitals were certainly not shown. Isabel was fixated on the screen, she had read somewhere that visual pornography did nothing for women. Well, she thought to herself, I am fascinated. To her disappointment the film came to a close and advertisements appeared. Not wanting to face the snores of her husband she waited to see what would happen next. Another film started and the dialogue was in German. Isabel had enough to realise that the two women in the car were driving home from shopping and one invited the other in for coffee. The one offering the coffee told her friend that her husbands nephew was staying with her and his friend but the two youths would, in all probability be out. The two women entered the house with their packages which they took through to the kitchen. Music and conversation could be heard from the lounge and it was obviously a TV programme. The aunt, pushed open a hatch between kitchen and living room and was about to call out when she realised that the two young men were watching a sex video and each had his hard penis in his hand. She quickly motioned to her friend to look. The boys were exceptionally well endowed which apparently excited the women as they quickly removed their own clothing and just wearing stockings suspenders panties and high heeled pumps, they walked into the living room to the obvious surprise of the youths. Each woman then took an aroused boy and went through every facet of heterosexual sex including each having both boys. When the film finished, Isabel realised that she had been engaged in something she had not even thought of never mind engaged in for years. She was playing with herself and to her utter joy she gave herself an orgasm. On returning to the bedroom Edward was still asleep but his snoring had dissipated enough for Isabel to fall into slumbers where she enjoyed an erotic dream centred on James and Alison!! Alison Furse Rejuvenated Ch. 6 Pt. 2 Chapter 6 Pt. 2: CROMPTON AFFAIR Pt2 Having breakfasted in their room, by 11.00 a.m. Edward and Isabel were ready to place themselves at the disposal of their hosts. On the stroke of 11.00, Pieter and Giselle van Doorne entered the foyer. Edward knew Pieter van Doorne and the ladies were quickly introduced to the men folk and each other. Mrs van Doorne (call me Giselle) was to take Isabel on a tour of Amsterdam and everyone agreed to meet at the hotel by 4.00 pm. In the evening there was to be a small dinner party at the van Dourne's. Although Amsterdam is a network of canals, the large cruising canal boats left from just opposite Centraal Station,(the railroad depot) and on being asked Isabel elected to travel down by tram. On the way down just before crossing the large canal to the station Isabel noticed streets off to the left and the right with international sign for "NO ENTRY" but with children superimposed on the sign. On asking what they meant Giselle informed her that to children and underage teenagers the streets were out of bounds. Apparently the Red Light district where prostitutes actually displayed themselves in the windows, sex shops for books magazines and videos, Adult porno cinemas, Porno night clubs where live sex could be viewed, shops selling lingerie to titillate the most jaded palette together with adult 'toys'. They were all in the area out of bounds to minors. Although the Dutch authorities accepted pornography and had legalized the videos, shows and cinemas, anyone seen with a minor in the area would be arrested. The police frequently patrolled Giselle told her. The journey through the canals was extremely interesting. Bulb fields were visited as also was a large open air museum dedicated to the second world war. Isabel was interested, she told Giselle that she had been engaged to a paratrooper who had been killed at Arnhem. After an excellent luncheon during which they had enjoyed several 'Geneva's' the strong Dutch gin, as well as wine with their meal the two women chatted as though they had known each other for years. Eventually Isabel asked about the Adult Area, had Giselle ever visited it. "Oh yes, goodness me, not only is it an education to watch the women trying to attract the men, and women I must add," Giselle said," If one wants that item of lingerie to remind ones husband that he is red blooded and you are available, that is where to buy it. You must get Edward to take you." Isabel shook her head. "Oh no, that won't happen, frankly I would love to see it but Edward is far too narrow minded. These days he has absolutely no interest in sex. Oh Sorry, Giselle, I should not be saying such things. Please forgive me, it must be the drink." "Nonsense, no need for apologies, if you want to go, we will go. Plenty of time to get back to the hotel and if you should purchase something, we will either get it to your room before the men arrive or I shall hide it for you." "Hmm, I really am tempted, but maybe I am a little too old for shopping in a sex shop." "Isabel, how old are you, 65, 70? My mother is 80 and although my father is no longer with us, she has bought items in the shops, whether for her own pleasure or to interest someone else, I have never asked but I have actually been with her. In fact I shall make you laugh. I shall show you some of the things my mother bought." A little later the two women were enjoying the street, Giselle enjoying showing Isabel the naughty places and Isabel enjoying the novelty. In one shop Isabel spied a pair of ladies knickers with a replica penis sticking up from the crotch. "Surely that should be on the outside, I know about lesbians using artificial penii" Isabel said laughing. "Oh no, that not used to have sex with another woman. When you put those on you introduce the penis inside yourself. It is really quite, how do you say in English, oh yes, quite horny as you walk around." Isabel was a little aghast. "You mean you have one/" "Oh yes, and these too" she said pointing at a little box containing two metal spheres joined together with cord. "They are Love Balls, one has liquid mercury inside for the weight, you introduce then into your vagina and as you walk one ball knocks against the other. The sensation is fantastic. However, not really safe to wear outside the house. They can give you quite an orgasm and that could be embarrassing if you are talking to the strait laced parsons wife." Giselle laughed and Isabel could not help joining in. "Have you got those too? She asked, and I will tell you frankly, mother has both and a vibrator like that one" she said pointing to a very realistic looking flesh coloured artificial penis. "It works with two batteries. Have you never tried a vibrator?" When Isabel shook her head, Giselle suggested that maybe she should start her sexual re-education that afternoon and Isabel agreed. Isabel also bought some very revealing panties and bra's and a red and black foundation garment that enclosed the breasts but had holes for the nipples. She also bought two videos. She had found the courage to tell Giselle about the film she had seen the night before and they hunted around a video shop until they found two with a similar story line. One where a young man had his mothers best friend and another where on their wedding day the bride passed out and the groom had his mother then the best man had the bride. As they arrived back at the hotel with plenty of time to spare, Giselle remarked that it was a pity Edwards was so reserved. Maybe Pieter should slip him something in his drink to make him horny. "Sounds like a good idea to me" laughed Isabel "If we did get Edward aroused, would you allow me to seduce him?" asked Giselle. "Well, yes," said Isabel, her eyes shining, and using a word not normally in her vocabulary added. "Especially if Pieter would be prepared to fuck me." Giselle smiled and squeezed Isabel's hand. "I think that can be arranged my dear. The director and his wife will be at the dinner this evening but I know that they have an engagement they have to attend afterwards. So, once they have gone. We will make or play." Just then the door to the suite opened and Edward and Pieter entered the room. Everything that Isabel had bought had been hidden away and when the van Doornes left, Edward asked in rather a bored voice if Isabel had enjoyed her day. 'Oh yes, Giselle showed me some marvelous places, I saw some excellent views and I have certainly learned a lot. It has been a wonderful eye opener and I must say, I believe 'satisfying' will be the word. However Edward obviously was not listening so Isabel decided to run a hot bath and prepare for the evening...