“Okay, your highness”, was my reply. The age gap between us was 20 years. But still, I liked to be dominated by him. But he never misused this and...always maintained my dignity. Maybe it was this reason I called him even after I had broken up with him.I changed into white kurta and pajama and sat in the car. He again gave me a stern look and said, “I had called for the shorts.”I replied, “It’s there, baby. Just wait for the highway.”As we drove to the highway, I removed my pajama and beneath it. Still rubbing my ass he asked “How come you haven’t looked round to see who it is? I replied with a giggle, “My ass recognises that hand you have groped it often enough”. His gropes became even gropier saying “Fuck I never saw your ass like this before” he was hooked. His hand slid between my legs feeling a thin strip of denim that was covering my crotch. He pulled it to the side running his fingers up and down my slit spreading my wetness around; before slipping two fingers in my now dripping. "Shit, baby," I muttered as Mel bobbed her head back and forth, sucking as much of my cock as would fit in her mouth as she rubbed my balls, "you're so good at that."Mel grinned, pulling back her head and stroking my cock with her hand just long enough to say, "Whose blowjobs are better, mine or Shell's? I won't tell." There was something fantastically dirty about comparing one sister to the other. I was more than happy to play along."I'd have to say yours," I said, probably being honest,. Just thinking about it is making me so horny. After all -- you can't end a six-year drought with one rain shower -- can you?" No I guess you can't."Ben spread his legs and patted the mattress between them. Molly rolled so she was sitting with her back to his chest. He slipped his arms around her waist and kissed her shoulder. "Look," he said. "Two great looking pairs of legs next to each other." Mmm..." Molly put her hands on his thighs and smoothed them along his skin. "See? Your legs look.