"I couldn't tell quite what mix of emotions was going through Amy's head as she looked up at me, but she suddenly said, "OK!" and bounced off my lap. ...I followed her."But Uncle Mark, you have to promise not to tell anyone! OK!" Of course, it'll just be our secret." You promise!" Yes! I didn't laugh at you, right?" Yeah," she said, giving me a trusting smile.She locked the door behind us once we were in her room."Oops!" she said, spying some underwear on the floor. "Don't look, OK?"I pretended to. ”There was a minute hesitation before he gave me a weary smile. “Notice how Jon's friends are fighting over you, tonight? They're all really eager to dance with you.” I definitely hadn't thought of it as fighting, nor had I recognized any of them as having wanted to dance with me for any reason other than for the sake of fun.“I think you're exaggerating a bit there.”His eyes were on me, the full force of their green unleashed. Yet they were still gentle and unaccusing. “I think you are. You pull my black lace panties to one side, lick two fingers, push into to my waiting pussy, I groan.You continue to work my tight hole, reach around and gently stroke my hardening, tiny clit, I moan, helpless, lost in your attentions.You pull your fingers out, I gasp, your robe falls open, you turn my head kiss me deep and long on the lips, my clit is streaming.You pull my skirt over my ass, rub your wet hard cock over my crack, working your way to my tight waiting hole.You push in, one push. Buy me a ticket to Eugene NOW! One last time you can use your 'Uncle's' slimy money on me, and that's it." It's late," I said softly, fighting tears."I know its late scumbag. In a couple hours it will be early. Then you drive me to the airport; buy me my ticket and leave me alone!"When I got home after the longest three hours of my life without a word shared between us and she kept as separate as possible except in the car while still being in proximity to me, I wrote her a letter. It began.