The nurses ignored his little joke, because their attention was elsewhere. Bobby, standing close to her sister, reached behind Sandra and tapped her t...ice in the small of her back where Art couldn't see. The two sisters, on the same wavelength most of the time, often communicated by touches or a code word when one sister noticed something about a patient and wanted the other sister to become aware of it without the patient knowing.Sandra was already cognizant of what Bobby wanted her to notice,. They hadn't obviously marked it, but there was an odd neon sign at the top. It looked like the silhouette of a woman on her knees. Her sketchy profile sported rather provocative curves.It wasn't really what one might expect from a medical institution.Fred had also managed to find out how two weeks earlier BTI had sent a representative round to her old college. They'd said they were looking for prospective employees.One of those new employees obviously was her old school friend. So now the two. I nodded my head and with that he let go of my penis and I worked my way down his body, smothering it wish kissed. John was lying flat on his back with his head propped up on two pillows. His stomach was quite large and round...a typical old guy belly and I found it very sexy. I knelt between is outstretched legs, one hand on his thigh, the other gripping the base of his penis pointing it straight up towards my face. I looked at him and then I looked down at the first cock I would ever suck. I. Omnipotent and omnipresent, the universe was putty in my immature fingers.The omnipresent bit was great.Look I was an eleven year old boy what do you expect I did?The girls showers were the same as the boys, only it was filled with girls. Naked girls. Girls without any clothes on. Wet and soapy naked girls.I came in my pants as soon as I saw Helen McCleavy slide her soapy hand between her legs. Panting, with wet trousers and soaked in sweat I dropped to my seat.Sarah Whithenshore saw the wet.