I sat up next to him and asked,"So what do you have for me dad?" I"ll get to that in a minute, but first," he said as caressed my cheak with the back ...f his hand, "Sam I"m so proud of you. I have watched you grow up before my very eyes from my baby boy to my full grown son. You might have your mother"s hair, but you act so much like I did when I was your age which is why I knew you would like your treat. I know you haven"t had an eye for the girl"s like most guys your age do and I think I know. She started crying while telling me this. I took her in my arm and started giving condolences. But my hand was touching her nipple. So I told her everything will be fine. But I know that nothing will be fine. And we got back to normal life. Except for only one thing. My sexual fantasy.My aunty became my sexual queen. Whenever I was thinking or looking at her my dick gets erect. And my point of view gets changed on her. I was looking at her as a man who wants to fuck her pussy in all possible. Your knee splays out, opening yourself to play.Your left hand slips down between your parted, wet thighs and finds your erect clit. Your right hand follows with the rubber cock.Your eyes go from my hand to my eyes as you ease the head of the toy across your clit.Your mouth opens, but no sound escapes as the rounded edge grazes your clit. It is teasing you. You do it again. And again, before pushing the head down and slowly along your pussy lips. There is no entry, but merely making the cock. The one exception came in Istanbul, stuck out in the boonies, having used up every spare bit of cash to pay off an asset. Sweet persuasion didn't work on her corpulent taxi driver, leaving only her oral skills for cab fare. Annie was a trouper: if sucking a fat Turkish dick was the worst thing she ever did for the Agency, well, god bless America.That all changed, big time, with Operation French Letter:"Annie," said Joan, "this is a deep-cover op. We're setting you up in Paris ('oh no, not.