While drinking vodka we were preparing for sleep as the though comfortable but made us tired. I took shower and was lying on large sized bed in towel....No need of night dress. Soon Sillu appeared on my bed in night dress that I had gifted when she was visiting her mother last time. She was looking a nymph. I asked to lay along my side sharing my vodka.It is lovely here to be with you uncle.Sillu tell me how was your honey moon in Goa?It was excited though I was scared.Why say so, you like your. We're both happy with how things worked out. You should be happy for us." Oh," was all she said.I could tell we needed to work on our boundaries. She didn't need me running her love life and I no longer needed her to run my life. We had also not seen each other since she left for the UK. I decided having her talk about her fellowship was safe ground. I got dressed and asked her about it.She started telling me about her trip when we walked downstairs. It soon became apparent we were not going to. It is a dangerous practice. I did so – in the two trusting relationships I had experienced. Having been sexually active for two years now, I thought of myself as smart – but I wasn’t thinking clearly in my state of mind!I also thought that allowing myself to be bred was never going to happen again in my life. I did know Peter well enough to know that he was safe and smart - yet we hadn’t even talked about such a thing happening. This whole love struck evening had been all so unexpected.Suddenly. Because of a little confusion with the parking I had to throw on a house coat. But my cock was so hard that it stood right out from the front. She knocks. I open the door with my house coat wide open. I felt a bit silly when she extended her arm which I mistook for a handshake. She stroked my hard cock in her hand and introduced herself. What a great way to say hello.I could have let her stroke my cock all night. I wanted to tell her to get on her knees. But being a gentleman. I asked.