The bartender waved to him, and began to pour him a bourbon."Slow learners?" Sybil asked, nursing her gimlet. He'd been a little late for their accust...med Friday after-work drink, and she'd started without him."Naw, naw. Hell, they're brighter than I am. I think Sesame Street's covering SQL these days. They knew more about Oracle outa college than I knew after ten years of database wrangling. I dunno why the company ever thought they needed a mentor. Good God, are they morons around chicks,. My breasts tingle and the emptiness in my core becomes desperate for attention. I only wave to Cynthia with a small grin on my face to reassure her,before both Earl and I disappear into a tiny bar. Flickering neon lights and drinking patrons fill the busy bar. Instantly I’m shoved into a small room with cleaning supplies and a few scattered remains of furniture. It looks like a small storage room. “God, you’re such a little slut, Lynn.” Earl growls, groping my breasts savagely and ripping apart. "Why are we stopping here?" Because I know we both need this."I pulled him out of the car; pulled down his shorts and propped him up on the roof of the car. His cock was rock hard as I took it into my mouth. I took his entire length, my lips touching the base. I began massaging it with the back of my throat as if I was trying to swallow him whole."Oh God, Sis, that feels wonderful, where'd you learn to do that?"I backed off a little, licked around the head, and then when I felt his balls begin. ”Good. That is a start. Anything on land that stings or bites?”“There is a small scurrying thing with eight legs, that has a stinger in its tail, then there are crabs that have strong bites, but it is easy to keep away from them.”John grinned. “The first sounds like a scorpion to me. Crabs are not a bother to anyone, really. Any stinging plants?”“There are nettles. They grow in places where people have peed. They seem to regard urine as a fertilizer.”“Yes, I know about nettles,” said John..