9 comments/ 459751 views/ 8 favorites Study Weekend - Saturday By: donbiryani I turned 19 a fortnight before my fresher finals. My lecturers gave us two reading weeks before the exams started so I celebrated my birthday with my parents on the weekend before I committed to studying. It was as we sat down to eat cake and watch a film that my mum asked me if I'd like to go to the farm for the following weekend for some privacy for my work. Oakdale farm is owned and run by the Whitfields, friends of my parents. When I was younger, up until I was twelve, we would go there every summer for a week or two. Then I had stopped going, choosing to stay at home with my friends while my parents went up there. This year my parents and the Whitfields had decided to go to Blackpool for a weekend and I had been offered the chance to stay at the farm while they were away to get some privacy and distraction-free time to revise for my exams. I didn't think much about it but it made sense so I accepted the offer. Saturday The Whitfield's have a daughter, Izzy. It only really dawned on me just how long it had been since I was last at the farm when I saw her. All grown up; it's a cliché but it fits. "My gosh, Stuart," she said with a smile and a slight giggle as we hugged friendlily, "look at you, has it been that long?" "Um yeah, I guess," I answered as confidently as I could muster, "good to see you Isabel." "Izzy." "Yeah I figured as much." Izzy showed me to the bedroom I'd be staying in for the week while our fathers loaded the car and our mothers chatted over a cup of tea. The room was nice enough like any guest bedroom -- bed, chest of drawers, table and chair -- it seemed comfortable enough for studying and relaxing. I dumped my bags, a small one for clothes and a much heavier one for books at the foot of the bed. "So," I said to Izzy, "are you going with them or will I be invading your house?" "Nah, I'm going to be here but you're okay. I can't imagine you'll be bothering me if you've got much work to do. You won't be welcome next year though when I've got it to do but I'm finished for this year." "Oh yeah, you're a year behind me aren't you?" "Yeah, 'cause I'm eighteen, not 'cause I'm stupid." "No I'm stupid since I forgot all this." We shared a quick laugh. I liked her laugh and her smile. Yeah, I hadn't thought about her in so long and I just remembered her as a young girl and I remembered we used to play together. She seemed a different person. I realised I was staring and turned to unzip my book bag. As I started moving books to the desk I caught myself in the mirror and saw the reflection of Izzy still standing at the door. She was nice. She was quite tall, though not as tall as me, and slim. She wore faded black jeans with subtle curves to her hips and a white vest concealed her round breasts. Her skin was lightly tanned from working out on the farm She had long dark hair and deep dark eyes, a cute nose and the most incredible smile and I was staring again, but so was she. "Okay?" I asked, "Am I alright to unpack?" "Oh sure," she said quickly, "uh, the bathroom's just across here," she pushed the door opposite, "and my room's the one on the end if you need anything." "Yeah I think I remember thanks." I stood in front of the mirror a while longer wondering absentmindedly what she thought of me. I didn't think there was anything with the way I looked, a bit plain maybe but I am just a guy after all. I'd had few girlfriends by this point but never got too far, picking them for their looks and then realising I didn't find them all that interesting. Maybe it was just me but I was always concerned about getting too close to any girl I didn't know that well. Unfortunately I had never found a girl I thought was attractive and could be a good friend, until now. I washed up and changed into a grey shirt and black slacks. When our parents left, Izzy and I went for a walk around the farm. There was a house and a barn. They only ran a crop farm so the barn housed the tractors and equipment. There were no animals. "Who's managing the farm while they're away then?" I asked to start a conversation. "Nick and the guys who help out are coming round tomorrow for the machines and they'll keep it going. I might go up there just to keep an eye out and then I can leave you in peace." "Hey it's your house. Don't feel you have to stay outta my way." The conversation didn't last long and I once again found myself staring at Izzy. She swayed in a sexy way as she walked, which was quite an achievement for walking through mud in heavy boots. I liked the way she shook her hair and ran her fingers across her lips when she was talking to me. I thought it was worth taking a chance. "Nick and the guys eh? Any girls working up here?" "Just me when I'm not busy with my studies, why?" "I bet Nick and the guys love coming round here to see you then." "Why do you say it like that?" She stopped walking and looked at me with her arms folded across her chest a little too defensively for my comfort. "What? 'Nick and the guys'? Only since that's what you said." "Well, I had a quick thing with Nick," she said but refused to look me in the eye. I wanted to correct this mistake I'd made but I'd already opened the bag. "I dated him for a few weeks 'cause the guys here are nicer than the boys in school. We did some stuff but he's quite a bit older and it was best so we didn't get in trouble with my parents." Izzy's face had changed into something serious now and I felt really guilty. She bit her lip as she thought about what she'd said. "We didn't have sex or anything," she added suddenly. "It's okay," I finally interrupted, "I didn't mean to be nosey, you don't have to tell me anything." "I dunno Stuart, it's... it feels quite good to talk about it, that is if you don't mind." I just nodded. "The thing is, the boys in school just make fun of me all the time 'cause I live on the farm and I wear tatty old clothes and boots and they don't seem to find me attractive." She paused and I took another chance. "I- I think you look nice." "Do you?" "No I mean I think you look gorgeous and I like the clothes you're wearing. They suit you and you make them look sexy." "Seriously? Wow thanks that means a lot. Um, do you have a girlfriend?" "No, I've never really matched anyone." "Must be that, 'cause I reckon you could have any girl you wanted." "Thanks," I said quietly as I leaned towards her looking into her dark eyes. I watched her face as she started to breath more deeply and her lips parted slightly. I reached out slowly and stroked her cheek with my hand then leaned in and kissed her. I continued to look into her eyes as I pushed my lips against hers for a few moments then she closed her eyes and kissed me back. I brought my other hand up to hold her head as we kissed and I sucked her lip. She put her arms around me holding me and pushed herself against me. For a few moments we kissed with increasing passion and hunger and then separated. We stood looking at each other breathing deeply. Izzy bit her lip and ran her fingers across them. I just watched her and caressed her hair. "Now what do we do?" she asked quietly. "Well I think we go back to the house and then do some more of that. Sound good?" Back at the house we took our muddy shoes and wet socks off by the door. Izzy kissed me then went out to the kitchen to get some juice and I went to the lounge. The sofa had some boxes on it so I made space to sit in the big armchair. When she came back Izzy put her glass on the coffee table and sat down on the arm of the chair. I smiled at her and she hugged me, sitting across my lap and putting her head on my chest. I stroked her face and kissed her hair. After a few minutes she raised her head and kissed me running her hands through my hair. I stroked her neck and back. Our lips parted and I gently probed her mouth with my tongue. We kissed deeply, our tongues dancing together, hands roaming. I stroked her back and slid my hands under her vest feeling bare skin. She moaned softly into my mouth as I caressed her back and found a place under her arms that made her grip my head and kiss me harder. I lifted her vest up and she raised her arms so I could pull it off. I took a moment to look at her soft round breasts cupped in a lacy white bra and Izzy smiled at me. "Do you really think I'm pretty?" she asked. "I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't." I replied weakly as I kissed her neck and shoulders. "How far have you been with a girl Stu?" "Um, about this far," I said hoping my relative inexperience wouldn't bother her. I didn't think it would but you never know. Instead she just smiled again. "We can go a bit further than this if you want." "Do you want to?" She stroked my chest and stomach and lifted my shirt up over my head and then kissing me briefly she reached around and undid her bra letting it fall to the floor. She giggled and teased the few dark curls of hair on my chest as I admired her breasts -- perfect, round and soft with dark nipples that became hard as I touched them. We made out some more as I fondled her breasts and she shifted her leg over and sank into my lap facing me. It was now for the first time that I was aware of my erection straining against my briefs. Of course, I knew I was turned on but as Izzy pushed herself against me I was suddenly physically conscious of the fact. Her hand wandered down my naked torso and slid into my trousers. She kissed my neck and I breathed hard into her ear as I felt her hand sliding up and down my length through my briefs. Izzy giggled when she saw the effect her touch had on me. Biting her lip sexily she unzipped her jeans and slid them down then her lacy white panties followed, revealing to me the first real naked woman I'd seen. Her skin all over was soft and creamy. Her hips were well-formed curves, her legs were long and slender and the only hair she had was on her head. As she stepped out of her discarded clothes I caught a glimpse of her thick pussy lips and parts of me swelled. She crossed to me and kissed her way down my body until she was kneeling on the floor in front of me. She slipped her fingers into the rim of my trousers and briefs and slid them away from me, down my legs and threw them to one side. My erect member stood to attention in front of her. She bowed her head and her hair fell, screening her face from my vision. I felt her fingers curl around the shaft and her tongue testing the tip of my cock. As I moved her hair away I saw her slide the head into her mouth and felt her tongue running up and down the length. She pumped my cock with her hand and moaned as she sucked on the top. I wanted so bad to touch her and kiss her but what she was doing incapacitated me and I think she liked the power it gave her. As I started to groan with pleasure she used her other hand to stroke the inside of my thighs and my stomach. For a while she continued to rub my erection as she licked and sucked my balls and pubic area. She buried her face in my pubic hair as she licked the bottom of my shaft. I gripped the arms of the chair as she worked on me. I breathed hard and groaned and she responded in rhythm to my sounds. My cock throbbed as I felt the pressure building and she worked faster with her mouth and hands stroking my balls, rubbing my cock, sucking me hard. We communicated through moans -- me unable to speak for need to breathe and her with my cock in her mouth. I felt myself racing towards orgasm and let out a weak "oh I'm almost there". I felt Izzy smile again, my hard member still in her mouth, and she kept pumping me. As soon as I realised she meant to take me in her mouth I came. I felt my balls clench and my cock throb. I came hard and squirted my juice into her mouth. I felt the orgasm rush through me, my body shaking and contracting. I shot into her mouth five or six times as my member pulsated and she kept stroking me until I finally mustered the strength to touch her and tell her to stop. She looked up at me and I watched her as she swallowed my cum and licked her lips. She licked the rest of the juice from my glistening cock as it receded and swallowed that. Then she climbed naked back into my lap and we kissed passionately. I could tell she was turned on and I started stroking the inside of her thigh, working my way up. She moaned into my mouth as I sucked on her tongue. Reaching the top of her thigh I massaged her hairless mound and slowly spread her thick lips with my fingers. She was very hot and very wet and she squealed with pleasure as I ran my forefinger up the inside of her slit. Still passionately kissing her, our mouths meshed together I explored and probed with my one hand and fondled her breast with the other. She squirmed in my lap as I squeezed her hard nipple and let out a groan as my roaming hand found her clitoris. Slowly and gently I circled her wet clit with my fingers and immediately her breathing got faster and she moaned audibly. I ran my fingers down, searching to put them inside her. She put her hand on mine. "Don't do that," she breathed. "Why? Sorry." "It's okay, I just don't get anything out of it." "Oh right I didn't know. What should I do?" "Just keep doing what you were doing 'cause that's really good." She shifted her position in my lap so she was facing away from me, sitting on my stomach above my cock, which was now hard again. I reached around from behind and continued rubbing her clit with one hand, stroking her body with the other. Once again she took my erect meat in her hand and began to stroke me off. I buried my face in her back and neck covering her with kisses from behind while we masturbated each other. It was quite difficult to keep up massaging her clit while she rubbed my cock and I could tell she was having a hard time concentrating as well but we were both enjoying it. We were breathing hard and moaning together. I could feel her juices running down onto my cock, lubricating her hand movements. "Oh, that feels so good," I moaned. "It really does," she replied, her voice had taken on a new sexy dry quality as she panted. We were hot, flushed and sweaty as she began to buck and gyrate against me. She pumped me harder and I rubbed her faster as she started to scream. If it were possible to be any more turned on it was then when I realised the effect of my fingers. I felt myself starting to come but tried to hold it. We were so close I wanted us to come together. "Baby, I'm gonna come again," I panted. "Oh God, me too, don't stop," she managed to get in between screams, "n- now. Oh God yes!" she screamed as she came and she bucked against me. I let myself go with a grunt and my entire body convulsed as I came. Most of my semen ended up on Izzy's belly. Some hit my arms as I moved from her wetness. She held my arms around her and leaned back into me for a few moments before licking my cum off my arm and her own off my fingers. She finally turned back to me and kissed me hard with an approving sound and one of those amazing smiles. I tasted the sweet mix of our juices on her lips and tongue as I held her close to me. We hugged and kissed for a while before Izzy grabbed some tissues and started mopping us up, my cum now on me as much as on her. We took our clothes upstairs and shared a shower -- nothing so sexy, just a chance to get properly acquainted with each other's naked bodies. Afterwards we dressed, ate, talked and cuddled in front of a film. Finally, with a simple but lingering goodnight kiss, we went to bed separately. Sunday I awoke to find myself alone in the Whitfield farmhouse. I figured that Izzy must be out in the fields with Nick and the other farm hands. I helped myself to some coffee and made some toast. I washed and cleaned my teeth and finally sat down to do some studying. It was perfectly ironic that I'd come up to Oakdale farm in an attempt to get some work down without distraction, yet only a few hours after being reunited with Izzy the two of us had gotten very well acquainted and my studies were the furthest thing from my mind. Despite being unable to concentrate too well, I managed to get some solid reading done by the time Izzy came back at midday. I heard the front door go and rushed down to meet her. She was wearing the same faded black jeans from yesterday but had traded her vest for a more practical green sweater and as I reached her she was depositing her boots and socks in the hallway. She turned to me and smiled that smile. "Hey you." "Good morning," she said with a giggle as I put my hands on her hips and kissed her, "have you eaten?" "Uh yeah I had some toast a few hours ago." "Hungry now?" she asked in a subtly sexy way full of innuendo. I just laughed and nodded. I followed her through to the kitchen where she grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl and bit into it. "Izzy, can I ask you a serious question?" "Apart from that one? Sure." "Did you enjoy what we did yesterday?" "Yes, of course I did. I really very much did and I've not stopped thinking about it. Why? Didn't you?" "Of course. Can I ask you something else?" "You just did but yes. Go ahead." I paused and she stared at me. I paused some more. "Do you wanna be my girlfriend?" "Sounds like the right thing to do so yes of course." Good. Then a vaguely apple flavoured kiss to seal the deal. Then I changed the subject to something a little less serious with an icebreaker. "Do you still have the shed?" The shed was great when we were young. It was at the very bottom of the allotment below the farmhouse and we used to sit in it for hours on end talking, playing and hammering nails harmlessly into the floor. "Yeah, it's my home from home," she laughed, "it's got an opening window with curtains, a lock on the door and I've painted the inside. Shall we go down and have a look?" We walked to the shed hand in hand. Izzy unlocked the door and we went in. It was like any shed, made of wooden panels nailed together except the plastic windows now opened, the wood had been stained and painted and the floor was loosely carpeted. There was a battered green mattress on the floor and a box in the corner that had some magazines in it. We both flopped down on the mattress and looked at each other. "Well now what shall we do?" Izzy asked. I moved around so I was kneeling in front of her and pushed her legs apart. Sliding my hands around her waist and pushing myself against her I buried my face in her neck. As she put her head back I ran my hands up the inside of her sweater and lifted it up. She raised her arms and I pulled it over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra and her perfect naked breasts bounced free. I pushed her back slightly and kissed her breasts licking and sucking her nipples while stroking her arms and upper body. She ran her fingers through my hair and gripped the back of my head. She moaned softly as her nipples hardened under my kisses and I moved my hands down to undo her jeans. It was hot in the small space of the shed and as Izzy tried to take my shirt of I allowed her before returning to her body. She lifted her hips to allow me to pull off her jeans. I kneaded her supple breasts with my hands as I worked my way down her body and licked her naval. She gasped as I ran my hands down her body and started to pull her panties off. Again she moved so I could remove her underwear. As I pulled her panties over her feet I caught her by the ankles and started planting kisses on her legs. I let her legs down and got down between them. I slid my hands and mouth up the inside of her legs and spread her as I kissed the inside of her thighs. I was doing something right because she was moaning softly. She was wet and I could smell her juices enticing me as I moved closer to her pussy. I shuffled closer and, with my hands spreading her thighs, opened her thick lips with my thumbs. Tentatively I flicked out my tongue tasting her juices. I traced her slit down with a finger and found her clitoris and kissed around it before putting my tongue onto it. Study Weekend - Saturday Izzy groaned loudly, closed her eyes and clenched the back of the mattress we were on. I licked her gently and felt a shudder go through her. After a few seconds of light licks I applied more pressure, flattening my tongue across her clit. She let out a loud sigh and her legs buckled in my hands. I tried licking up the sides of her clit and circling it with my tongue, all the time eliciting noises of pleasure. When I got into a rhythm of circular motions with my tongues she started panting words telling me to go faster and harder. I obliged and she collapsed back against the wall of the shed as I steadied my grip on her legs. She squirmed and grabbed the back of my head again, lifting her ass and pushing her pussy into my face. "Oh God, that's so good," she breathed, "don't stop." So I continued as she dug her nails into the back of my head, her breathing more erratic and her moans getting louder. Drawing such pleasure from her was really turning me on but all I could think about was that I loved the taste and the smell, confident about being good for her, and finally getting to do this. "Oh, Stuart," she panted my name, "put your fingers inside me." Ah, now she didn't want that yesterday. "What? Are you sure?" I managed to say. "Oh fuck, don't stop. Put your fingers inside me." Okay. I traced her slit down from where I was licking her clit and found her hole. Soaking my forefinger in her juices I slid it inside her. She groaned and bucked. Sliding my finger out slightly I stretched her hole out and slid my middle finger in as well. Another shudder ran through her body and she arched her back pushing more into my face. As I pushed my fingers in and out of her she started to scream and clamped her legs around me. I moved my free hand up to her ass and held her in place so I could still lick her. She screamed and held me tightly with her legs for a few more minutes as I fingered her and sucked hard on her clit then she convulsed and her pussy contracted around my fingers. I felt the impact of her coming as she collapsed back and I pulled my fingers out to massage her clit slowly while I revelled in licking up her juice until she told me to stop. She pulled me up to her and kissed me hungrily as, still breathing hard and fast, she relaxed in the wake of her orgasm. "It's different," she whispered, brushing my cheek, "I don't get anything from having you fingering me when it's just that, but when you were licking me out and your fingers weren't doing anything I liked it." I nodded. "So, you've never done that before?" I shook my head. "You're a natural." We made out for a while more before we decided to head back to the house and get a drink. We put our clothes back on amid quips of "what's the point" and "might be more fun to leave them off" and rather than don her panties, Izzy went commando and stuffed them in my pocket as a "present". Over her cup of tea Izzy asked me "do you think we're doing all this stuff too fast?" "Almost certainly but I'm really enjoying myself. Do you wanna slow down?" "I don't really see the point now. I mean we've known each other forever and the way our parents keep us updated on each other it's like we've never been apart." There was silence for a few minutes as we watched each other drinking our drinks, then she smiled and said, "let's go to bed?" Trying to be clever, I said, "sounds good. What do you want to do in bed?" "Well," came the reply I certainly wasn't expecting, "maybe we should, y'know, we should make love and uh complete the set of activities." A disturbing silence and she bit her lip nervously and toyed with her hair. "I'd really love to do that with you," I said, "as long as it's what you want." "Let's go." I followed Izzy up the stairs. I was more than a little nervous about what was about to happen but as I watched her, the way she walked couldn't do anything but turn me on. Inside my room we closed the door and she pushed me up against it. Our lips met as she stroked my chest and shoulders and I massaged her neck. She pulled my shirt off and threw it away and pushed herself into me kissing and stroking my chest before returning to my mouth. As our lips interlocked I cupped her cheeks and slid my tongue into her mouth as she began to pull at my trousers and boxer shorts.Once again she sank down my body to rid me in one move of the rest of my clothes, freeing my hardening member. As she stood up she removed her sweater herself and unbuttoned her jeans. I wasn't sure why she was suddenly so eager but at least I knew this was what she really wanted. I crossed to her as she unzipped her jeans and took hold of her hands. "It's okay to go at least a little bit slowly isn't it?" She must have registered my nervousness in my face as she stopped undressing, just nodded and put her arms around my waist and kissed my chest lightly. She didn't say anything so I continued. "Besides we have to be prepared." "Oh don't worry about that. We'll be okay." "No, I don't want to take any chances, I've got some condoms in my bag, I'll just dig them out." "No," she looked me right in the eye with her serious face, "I want it this way. I want to have everything in case we don't get a chance again." "Is that what this is about?" I asked, now very worried. "No," she looked away now turning her head so her hair covered her face, "it's not that. It's just..." I held her chin in my hand and lifter her face to look into her beautiful dark eyes and tried to put on my best serious concerned face. That I was actually trying to do it can't have helped. "Stuart please, I just want it to be like this now. You're not like the other guys or you wouldn't have given it a second thought and I want it fully this one time, whatever happens after today." I brushed her hair away from her face and kissed her. "Okay, whatever you want. This should be right for you." She stepped out of her jeans, which had fallen to the floor and leaned forward into my arms, pressing her breasts against my chest and flattening my erect member between our bodies. I caressed her back and kneaded her buttocks with my hands. When I was sure she was relaxed I lifted her onto the bed. As I lay on top of her, resting my cock on her stomach, she lifted her knees and spread her legs. As I raised myself onto my knees and leaned in to kiss her she reached between us and curled her fingers around my length, pushing it down over her mound and into her hot wet area. I felt the sudden change over the head of my penis as I let her guide me into her. She positioned the head by her hole and closed her eyes as I pushed gently into her. We both gasped as her wetness enveloped my hardness. I pulled up straight, holding her legs apart so I could see what I was doing as I thrust slowly into her. The sight of my reddening erection disappearing into her soft body made me swell and we gasped again as she tightened around me. As I got into the rhythm I lowered myself back onto her gorgeous body and sucked her neck. I asked her, "Are you alright?" "Yes, that feels good." She breathed in my ear. "You feel so big inside me." She added a "how are you?" as an afterthought. "Oh Izzy, it's the most amazing..." I grunted as she wrapped her legs around my ass forcing me hard into her. "I like it deep," she gasped, "Oh it's so good, go faster." I quickened the pace, the sensations growing more incredible with each thrust. Izzy pulled her legs tighter around me, so I rubbed right up against her as I thrust in. As I went faster I could sense my balls pressing against her ass, an odd, but great feeling. The bed was shaking and the headboard banging against the wall, adding to the experience. I watched Izzy's breasts bouncing gently as I pushed her back with my thrusting. She propped herself up on her elbows and ran a hand through her hair. Suddenly she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled herself up against me. I quickly put my hands under her arms and held her in place, suspended on my knees. She pushed me back onto my ass and sat in my lap. She moaned audibly as she slid down on my cock. That felt fantastic. She pushed in towards me and opened her eyes to look at me. I stared at her for a while as she rode me. As the pleasure gripped me I put my hands on her buttocks to help her move faster. She moaned and breathed hard and closed her eyes again as the pleasure started to get to her too. I could see her hot and flushed and she threw her head back and groaned. I pressed my face between her breasts and kissed the sweat from her hot skin. I felt the sounds and smells driving me wild. "Oh Stuart, it's so good. I think I'm going to come." That really did it for me. "So am I." "Oh yes, come inside me," she breathed as she grabbed my head and meshed her lips onto mine. That sent me over the edge. I shuddered and bucked into her. The pleasure built up and burst through me as I shot blasts of hot cum into her tight wet pussy. "Oh fuck yes!" she screamed, then buried her face in my shoulder as my cock throbbing inside her gave her the last push and she reached her orgasm. The two of us panted together in a tight embrace as we both surrendered to the explosion. Hot, flushed and sweating, exhausted but very satisfied, the two of us collapsed onto the bed side by side, her legs still wrapped around me and my spent cock still inside her. We both lay there desperately fighting for air and unable to speak or move. Then, without another word, Izzy fell asleep. I brushed the hair from her face and watched her beautiful round breasts rise and fall with each shallow breath. Finally I pulled the cover roughly over us and at some point slept myself. Monday Izzy woke me up by coming into the room. I hadn't heard her get up. I was still naked and only half covered by the sheets. Izzy was wearing her white vest and denim shorts. She had socks on so she hadn't been out yet I noticed. "No, I haven't been up long," she said with her hands on her hips, "because you, lover, took it all out of me last night." Then she gave me that smile. Well, it's not like I didn't find all of her faces equally stunning -- especially, oddly, her serious face, which I had come to know quite well. She used that face now. "What's wrong?" "I just heard from mum. You've got about half an hour to make it look like we didn't have sex in here last night." "Should be easy enough if I get dressed and make the bed," I said moving in to kiss her as I tried to pull a clean pair of briefs on. "No, you have to go take a shower," she laughed as she kissed me. "Are you suggesting I smell?" I asked vaguely offended. "Yes darling, very much like you had sex with me last night. I'll make the bed and tidy up." Mrs. Whitfield said to me, "well, Stu, did you manage to get any work done?" "Uh, yes thank you Mrs. Whitfield. I um, did much better for being able to stay here for two days." "Well it's been so long since we've seen you. If it's any good would you like to stay a bit longer, say the rest of the week?" "If you really don't mind. That would be great."