I further told aunt why don’t you keep lock on your Whatsapp as her son might check out naughty msgs sent by me to her. This time she gave me a sign...l by saying that so what and that m very much open. After lunch it was time for her to have a quick nap. I wanted to take full advantage of her sleeping position. I also took a pillow and slept beside her. I told her that had she not been my aunt then I would had dated her. To which she gave a smile to my surprise. I thought she would oppose her. Then Tammy I hear Tammy she is moaning then crying out in pleasure, I have to get to her I try to move but I’m tied to the bed. The pain in my side is getting worse. I hear someone say hey boss the gringo is awake. I see a dark-skinned man with a cigar hanging out of his mouth and says welcome to the Diaz Cartel Harvest and Breeding Center Mr. FBI. That pain in your side is from were we removed your k**ney, other than a few pints of blood that’s all we took from you as you’re an FBI Agent, so. The letter that asked for more info on her, her age, healthissues, family status, still nothing to personal. All stuff she could answerhonestly, hitting reply and going on about her life as usual, not really givingit much thought. Then the letters that got more in depth, asking her to writeout a fantasy she's always had, a sexual one. Her whole face burning as sheanswered that letter, trying to be as detailed as it asked for. Her fingersfumbling over her keyboard keys as she struggled to be as. She was screaming and crying about how good it felt and she had her hands on Gregs head, caressing him and encouraging him to continue eating her pussy for as long as he could. I could see that his face was buried into her with his tongue working her clit deeply and his nose was pleasantly filled with her sweet aroma, not to mention his chin was covered with her sweet nectar. When Greg came up for air as Teresa was getting closer to cumming he noticed that I was sitting in the recliner again.