I mounted you, straddling you at your waist, my warm, wet pussy resting against your stomach. I bent down and kissed you. Sitting back up, I slid back..., lifting Myself up slightly. I hovered over your cock for a moment, and then took it in my hand. I held it and slowly lowered myself, guiding it in. I lowered myself onto your huge cock, inch by inch. I got it all in. My pussy lips were now right up against your pubic bone. I pushed myself up again, then lowered down. Up, down. Up, down. You was. ..” she moaned, so loudly that it echoed down the hallway and into my room. “Please...”Presumably at some point they’d made love while I was living with them - how else could Elly exist? - but it wasn’t something I’d ever experienced. After half an hour, my father gave out one loud grunt and my mother gasped one loud gasp, and for a few minutes there was silence.Until they started again.I suppose I could have closed my door, but something stopped me. After all, the sound wasn’t offensive - it. Someone reached my mouth and … Yargghhh … They could’ve warned me and I could’ve hold my breath!!! Ah, I can’t hear anyway… It was a deep throat spray to prevent gagging reflex… Next comes a generous shot of a lube.. O-ho-ho … I have a bad feeling about that…The guy pulled the pants on and shoved his ice cold wet penis in my mouth. (Apparently he had to use ice to tame his erection, otherwise he would not be able get into the pants.) Not something you normally expect and I instinctively pulled. The miser’s treasure room, it was rumored, would be a sight to behold if only one could get to it. But the room was located in the center of the castle dungeons. It was locked by a huge padlock and chains held the bar in place. This room, in turn, was reached by a staircase that had a locked door at both the bottom and the top. The staircase was in a private locked chamber that could only be reached through a door hidden in the master’s bedchamber. No one had ever been in the mysterious vault.