. I know what you mean. And what do you want me to do?" Here," Jack said. He grabbed a piece of paper from a pad hanging on the refrigerator, and a pe...cil from the counter nearby. "I need you to make a transfer ... a couple of them, actually ... from here ... to here." The pencil skritched across the paper noisily as he scribbled lots of numbers onto it. "This much. Then call Dad. He'll know what to do next."Chelsea nodded. "Anything else, Jack... anything?" No, I don't think so," Jack said. A bit trickling down her bottom lip. Her right hand slid into my underwear and grabbed hold of my trimmed pubes giving them a slight tug. Then opened the hand again and with her finger tips made its way up my shaft and back. She exposed my cock then slinking her fingers under my balls and lifting them out. She leaned forward and the saliva churning in her mouth slowly drizzled on to the shaft of my throbbing penis, her hand still fingering my balls. Giving them a subtle tug. More spit then her. She said be like me now. And I asked her to complete the task. She pulled my jockeys down. My hard cock was saluting her now. She just held it and kissed it. I said wait and let me give u some joy. I picked up a piece of ice in my mouth and kissed her boobs the tingling of cold and my hot mouth made her nipples erect and she was moaning loudly now. The words were like this.Smita: tum yeh kya jadoo kar rahe hoo please.Me: haan ma’am ye jadoo hi hai.Smita: call me smita and please don’t stop now. I’d be spying from the side room and he’d notice me I think because he’d pull her head up and show off his giant dong that was glistening with strings of her spit and then he’d slap my mom in the face with it and tell her to beg for itWhich she would do, loud enough to hear from upstairs but from the side room it was like she was yelling“Please feed my your cock, daddy! I’m a dirty slut for daddy’s cock”And this would happen whenever I was down there spying so I think he knew I was there.Then.