As I laid her on the bed, she looked up at me with a strange, almost pleading expression on her face."Am I a naughty girl for stealing my sister's boy...riend?" she asked in an exaggerated baby-doll kind of voice.This was not the time to tell her I wasn't exactly her sister's boyfriend. This was a time to go with the flow, so I gave her the answer she seemed to expect."Yes, you are a naughty girl."A quick intake of breath. "Should I be punished for being such a naughty girl?"There was a hopeful. .. do it?" Yeah, why not? I'll have my legs over the edge of the bed - like when Mr Patel came round yesterday - you come into the ward wearing no knickers. Then you pull the curtains across as if I've asked for a bed pan..." Then what?"He took her hand and whispered, "Then, babe, you slowly lower your sweet wet pussy down onto my shaft while sitting on my lap!" You're mad!" I know." He took both her hands in his. "Mad about you, Rachel!" It wouldn't work." Why not?" Because we couldn't. I did not know girls did these things today. Apparently giving a blow-job is as common as a kiss goodnight. The girls love to describe their techniques. I would think, from what I heard that none of their dates would ever leave them after those intense oral sessions. But maybe it was the girls who were the ones looking for more.One of the volunteers, Debbie, started reminiscing about being in high school and working in the shelter in her home town. She said that she watched one of the other. He now had an eighteen year old living with him and she knew from the time she got in his car it was all about the sex. He met her at the diner and she agreed to go home with him and as soon as they got in the car he told her get naked. He said "I want you naked so I can see tits and pussy. Take off your clothes and spread those legs wide and let me see that pink pussy." She did just as he asked. He then drove with one hand as he pushed two fingers in her cunt and fucked her as they headed to.