Moaning and huffing as she was running out of breath. After a few minutes she stopped and turned around. I asked her if she was OK. She replied saying...she was tired. I told her to climb off and to get on all fours in doggy. She got on all fours and I went behind her I stuck my cock in and began picking up the pace. Aunty clenched onto the bedsheets and began swearing. She instructed me to go harder and faster, I began to worry as I didn't want to hurt her or the baby in these conditions she. Theres no need to bring that up during dinner, though, okay? Moms sick enough as it is, she doesnt need to have a heart attack. I whisper furiously. Okay, okay! He says, holding his hands up in surrender. I nod, refusing to look him in the eye and finish the table. Just as Im about to walk away, he stops me. Hey&hellip, he says softly and lifts my chin towards him. I stubbornly look at the table. Whats wrong? I smile, still not looking at him. Its nothing, I need to go tell mom she can call. Rub my clit.”, she demanded. I had no idea what she was talking about, but I did as I was told leaning forward against the top of her pussy. Apparently, I had hit the right spot. “Oh god yes…. Right there.”, she panted. I leaned over and began to softly kiss her neck and my dick stroked her wet tight pussy. She wrapped her arms around my neck like a woman who was drowning in a vast ocean. “Oh my god baby…. you’re gonna make me cum.”, she said softly in my ear. “Go ahead mom, cum for me.”, I. .”Jay interrupted again, “Cut the flattery. You’re saying that you can show me ghosts in Bangkok, and I say it’s bullshit. The offer stands. Show me a ghost, I’ll show you one million dollars. My secretary will email you my Bangkok itinerary. We’ll be in touch.”And with that the call cut off.For a couple years I’d been following Mr. Jay Palmer, on Twitter, and had been enthralled, entertained and annoyed at his tweets. No stranger to fame or controversy, the handsome young billionaire, the Wall.