I unpacked and went downstairs to get something to eat. As I was busy in the kitchen. I keep catching uncle Shaun staring at me. Either he is staring ...t my breast or my ass. It started to turn me on. He was laying on the sofa watching television. I grapped my sandwich and go join him in the living room. I was wearing a short denim dress. It was not that short. Came about 30cm over my ass. I sat across him on the opposite couch and spread my legs. He could see directly up my dress to my cotton. Natasha Powell, who'd have believed it just a couple of years ago. Not me for sure.Natasha has taken Mr. Kopolova's original company on in leaps and bounds and apart from board meetings, her father no longer involves himself. Petra's role has changed as she no longer needs act as a buffer. Natasha is now all charm at work and everyone loves her. At least that is what she tells me. The truth is that she is a very capable businesswoman who is very much an iron fist in a velvet glove. Loved? I. I had done a search on LinkedIn and found a photo of the young lady.Yumm ... she was a short-haired redhead - one of my favourite types of women. Really beautiful face but the remainder of her body was a mystery with the photograph only being a head shot. I put her age as early 30s.I am 55 years old, and single; and I’ve kept myself reasonably fit.During those two weeks I flirted with her and she flirted back. It was mild to start with but there were some very risqué moments by the end of the. “I just wish they were already,” I said. “I don’t know why you insisted on a June wedding. Yeah, I know it’s all traditional and everything, but really!”“It’s just something I’ve always had a thing about,” she said. “It’ll give us a little time to save up for the honeymoon too.” She was smiling and for the life of me she seemed almost pretty to me. Well, they did say that beauty was in the eyes of the beholder, and I was the beholder.May 18th, 2015, graduation day at the college. And it had.