I ordered for us both. Ellie seemed to enjoy the meal and didn't seem to be overly intimidated by eating in a restaurant. I took her to see American G...raffiti which was a little out of her experience. I had the impression that she enjoyed the movie experience more than the movie itself. It had been a long day by the time we left the theater. I asked her whether she wanted to go back to the cabin or to spend the night with me. She seemed to get very nervous but she said she wanted to stay with. Is that understood?”I replied “yes aunt.”“I am warning you young man just a hint and I will tell your mother I caught you masturbating here into my panties –right?”I replied that it was clear to me.“Finally we will never speak of this ever again.”I replied again “yes Aunt”.I didn’t wait for her to ask me twice, I whipped the blindfold off and she was right there – looking right in my eyes. I sat up as best I could. Now I had to get her undressed. At least some of it. She pulled her nighty down. Sarah was around my age, and about 5'3, fair and voluptuous. She had black hair to her shoulders, a nice rack and a really good behind, which I checked out continually whilst she was looking for shirts for me."How come are you shopping alone?" I like shopping." She replied."I thought women got together in groups and shopped. How come you are doing this alone?" I'll tell you if you tell me. You didn't buy those clothes yourself." No, my ex helped me buy them. I don't really shop for myself." I. "And you talk like Burt Harper. Isn't that right?" Aye," he replied reluctantly. "That I do." You do Burt's job don't you? Mucking out the stables and all thelabour?"The burly man nodded."You sleep on a pallet in the hay barn? You have your... wicked way withthat strumpet from the pub down the road? You spend your nights drinkingand fighting with your dirty labourer friends?"He stared off again."And you do as you're told when your betters command it." She paused."Don't you!" she snapped.Burt.