I fixed two nice steaks and we had baked potatoes and corn on the cob with them. She drank the whole bottle of wine and we had a great fun conversatio.... Nothing sexual had happened. She was being totally non-sexual, just talking like an old friend and getting to know me, letting me get to know her. It was kind of cool, actually.After dinner, she wanted to see the rest of my house, so I showed her around. I'd made the second ground floor bedroom into an office; she saw my bedroom, the bathroom. She told with this dreamy look in her eyes, “I would be comfortable anywhere as long as I’m with you Uncle Mike.”I walked over to the bed, turned her around and reached behind her to undo the zipper on the back of her summer dress. She stopped with a request, “Can I take off your clothes first?”I shrugged my shoulders and smiled as she placed her fingers on my shirt buttons. A second later she was removing the shirt over my shoulders and dropping it on the floor beside me. Then her fingers went. In any case, she had no wish to follow her father's footsteps and work as a farm-labourer. She'd already suffered more days of her life than she cared to remember bent over in the fields picking root vegetables and berries. There were much more rewarding careers in London. She might be able to work in a shop. Perhaps she could serve in a coffee shop. Maybe she could even work in an office. Such things were surely not beyond the reaches of possibility.The journey to London was long and tiring.. I pulled my dick out and asked Calli to moisten my dick some more. Calli put my dick in her mouth while grabbing the lube nearby, she rub lube all over Leslie’s tiny hole and moisten my dick once again. Gently I was able to bury half of my dick inside Leslie. Slowly I began thrusting her just so she can get used to me. As her ass fully given way for my dick, I thrust in and out of her and her screams returned. Smoothly I fuck Leslie’s as hard as I can, she came three times in a row for a short.