” I held out a hand, and she looked at it for a moment, then got to one knee, bowed her head, and kissed my knuckle as though there was a ring there... I rolled my eyes. “Shake it, Astrid,” I groaned, “it’s not your mother’s cunt.” Astrid started in shock, and I grinned internally. I had spent my childhood aboard vessels with the foulest of sailors, in bars with dock workers and gangsters, in brothels with whores, and the past year jumping from caravan to caravan. Needless to say, my vernacular. I felt her body reacting to my touch. There was a slight shaking and her movement against me became more pronounced. The pressure was causing me to become erect, but I resisted the urge to grind back against her.I leaned back a little to give myself some room and moved my hands lower down her back. She made no move to stop me as my hands reached down to the midpoint of her back, then moved toward her sides. My fingers reached around her ribs and brushed the edges of her breasts through the top.. He said that he was glad that I consented to meet him today because he was in dire need of a blow job.When we arrived in his suite I sat back in one of those cushy hotel chairs as Curt undressed. He told me that he was married for almost 10 years and enjoyed married life. Sex was okay at home with the exception of blow jobs, his wife wouldn't at all. "Maybe you're not really missing anything," I teased.He explained how and why we were meeting today. It seems that his wife of many years had. I had heard no engines, or cars being started up either, so I knew dad hadn't as yet driven down Sharon's new car to where everyone was now impatiently waiting for things to start."Strange," I said turning towards my sister, just as a faint light came on. Had we not been standing near the side window, we'd have missed it. But under the circumstances, it drew us closer to the window like a beacon. Looking back, I wish now that we'd have been late, or never even gone there at all. Not that that.