“Now, baby, I want you to sing for me.”“You’re joking, right?” Alison pulled a face.“No, seriously. Open your mouth wide, breathe slowly t...rough your nose, stick your tongue out like you’re at the doctor’s, and hum from the back from your throat, ‘Aaaaaaaah…’” That’ll help keep your throat relaxed, and stop you retching on your own saliva. Go on, try it.”Alison did as instructed, humming a half-speed contralto version of the “Bates Butt” jingle whilst Claire gently held the dildo, easing it. Once I got into their room, I immediately noticed my sister-in-laws clothes rolled up in a pile on the floor. I knew her panties had to be in there, and instinctively, I ran to them for a sniff. My god, they were still warm and damp with her sweet pussy juices. I was instantly hard, and began stroking myself while I sniffed her cunt on her panties. I realized that I couldn't head back out to the pool with this raging hard on, so I knew I had no choice but to hurry up and finish. As I stroked. Really swallow that fucking cock. Just a little deeper. Mmmmmmm, good girl. I think thats more than last time. Youre definitely getting the hang of this. Stick with me and youll be a deep throating cock whore, just like me. Youll love ass to mouth, anal, and pussy eating too. Just do what I say Natalie and youll be a total slut in no time. It was hard for Natalie to imagine not becoming a slut under Milas tutelage, but did she really want that? A few hours ago, no, but now Natalie was bobbing. Weekly Skype chats became the routine for Emily and the Schmidt family. She first met the mom and dad, Inga and Max. Inga was 42 years old and was a physical therapist with a private practice. Max was 44 years old and a literature professor at the university where Emily would be studying. After several weeks, Max and Inga’s sons were around the house and joined the chat. Hans, the older, was 18 years old and beginning his first year at university. He was studying to be an engineer and was.