I started teasing his nice mature lady. She was in her late forties, but she was really very fit and hot. She had a nice toned body, including killer ...legs.As we chatted away, I learnt she was not going fine with his old time hubby. I looked at her with other eyes, dreaming about having this sensual woman.She was wearing a pair of tight jeans, a loose shirt and nice sexy stilettos.As we spoke, I flirted a little with her; until she suddenly told me that she had not had sexy for at least three. I remember his thick hot prick pumping inside my wet pussy. He was on top of me clawing squeezing my breasts and playing with my nipples. I remember lifting my legs and putting on his butts so that all his penis would be inside me.I must have been moaning and making loud sexual sounds because next I remember was a knock on the door. Sonu got off me and went to answer while I was lying totally naked in his bed. What if my boyfriend is at the door?How would he feel seeing his young sexy. I lapped at her wetness, slowly sliding my tongue between her pussy lips like I was painting them with a brush: long, wide, strokes, back and forth. I heard her breathing increase and decided to go for the kill. I reached up and took her swollen clit in my mouth and pulled down on it. She screamed into my Mom's pussy the moment I sucked her clit into my mouth. Knowing I had her close, I kept her clit in my mouth and pushed my face into her clit and pussy over and over again, literally fucking. I looked out and saw a groupof about two dozen or so of mounted men, all with swarthy weather-beaten faces. They were dressed in a strange combination of homespuncloth, felts and leathers, but all carried shields, bows and swords."Mongols", I heard whispered, but I did not need to be told. Irecognised their type of men from that time three years before whenthey had terrorized my native village. My heart was pounding. Mystomach was so tight it hurt.There was panicked shouting within the palace.