She said that she was enquiring about the advert for 'adult entertainers'. There was a slight pause and then a male voice answered. "Yes!" she said. "...'m interested in your advert for adult entertainers and wondering if you could give me more information. You mentioned 'wages negotiated"."Firstly madam", came the reply. "The advert mentions mature age, may I ask you your age"."I'm fifty five", she replied."I think madam with that reply it would be best if you had an appointment", the voice. .. '"Have you ever eaten fish?" Miranda asked, thinking that she might catch something in the lake that was quickly growing larger as they descended.'I don't know. What does it taste like?'"Uh, you'd know if you ever had it – the taste is ... unforgettable. You have to cook it, though. It tastes awful, raw."'You make it sound ... unwanted, ' Murielle thought into her little sister's head. 'If you find one, I might try it. Hang on, now. I'm going to land.'Miranda leaned forward and grasped her. “What kept you and your mother so long?” Dad muttered. “You two make any other stops?”“Nothing happened,” I said.Dad stared at me. His brow furrowed. “What?”“We just went to the grocery store,” I said. “That’s all. Just took more time. That’s all. Nothing else.”He grunted and went back to watching the game. In the kitchen, I could hear the chop of knife and soon the sizzle of stir fry. The savory scents drifted through the living room. My stomach growled. My dick throbbed. I had two hungers. I. . slurp" Buck looked down at her and shook his head, "You really shouldn't talk with a mouthful you know. You usually know that if you shut your hole and enjoy it that it is much easier on you. " MMmmmk homey? slurp" Then she tasted a shot of the precum that she had known from her times as a man. She knew what was next and she dreaded it. He allowed her a little more movement to breathe, and she was starting to like it. The way that his head felt in her mouth, so lubricated. Oh shit,.