I couldn't dial the phone fast enough!"Dad? Hi, it's me. ___ Yes, I read the letter just now. Ofcourse I have plenty of room, here. You were here once... remember? ___ No. Celia needn't worry. As a matter of fact, Nick & I will pick you up at the airport, once you close on the farm. ___ No, Nick's not here, right now, but don't concern yourself with that. It will be no problem, I guarantee it. ____ Fine. We have plenty of time. I'll call you next week. ____ Bye, dad.So, Dad & Celia will be moving. Her father was some guy I met at a party and foolishly took back to my place when I'd had a few too many. He never even knew the result of our one night stand. With lots of help from my parents, I raised Becky myself. She turned out beautifully, an intelligent, sweet-natured girl with a delicious sense of humor, lovely as an April morning. Our relationship is very different from that of most mothers and daughters, though. Most people wouldn't understand the special love that Becky and I share,. I'm aged 48 & a year younger than her real dad! Sasha arrives, gets out of her car wearing a lovely peach coloured summer dress showing off her huge tits & curves for all to admire with her long brown hair flowing in the summers breeze as she walks towards me. 'Hiya babe' she calls out in her sexy country accent as we embrace & kiss each other on the cheek. We move into the restaurant ordering our lunch from the blonde haired lady around my own age who's always working in the restaurant. She. I choose for a night. Though I knew there was no way ofthat happening. Still a couple of hours from now Iplaned on still being engulfed within her legs, breast,ass, and pussy. I drove around to our room taking a few moments to callthe wife and explained that I needed to make a coupleof calls on some clients. I told her April was asleepbut feeling better. She commented on what a great uncleI was. I preferred April thinking of me as a Bad Uncle. We were barely in the door before I was tearing.