"morning wood" we used to call it. Or "piss hardon." Now well into in my 50s I still got them, but not as frequently and the wood certainly wasn't as ...ard.Truth was, ever since Darlene and I had been frustrated up on the mountain, I'd been horny as hell. For three days that sweet pussy was about all I could think about. I'd lose my train of thought at work, at dinner, watching TV. I'd drive several miles and not remember any of it. Like they say, the brain is indeed your major sex organ. For. The three girls watching from the second floor window giggled as the first part of their plan played out in front of them. As the guard frisked Chrissy he pulled down his trousers slightly revealing the lacy panties he was wearing. What’s this the guard yelled at the shaking Chrissy you some sort of sissy. No said Chrissy I’m wearing them as a bet. Yeah sure, said the guard. He looked up to the second floor window he knew the girls were watching from and gave them a grin and a thumbs up. Ok. I climaxed rather violently, and I could not help but moan and squeal as I felt the pleasure flood through me. My mind was made up. My body would go on display, but I had now idea how it would happen. As things went, Jewan would unwittingly give me my fantasy, and more!It was Saturday night. My parents left that morning to go on a long weekend alone, and would not be back until Monday night. Daddy had given me the familiar "No parties in the house and don't have any fun" speech. He told me no. Need help.” The “have baby” was a nice touch because children moved people to pity, but at the same time, if you didn’t have the baby with you, they wondered if you really had a baby and if you did, who was watching it while you stood asking for a handout. And she didn’t look homeless. She was young and pretty. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail. She was dressed in a white blouse and dark pants. And no one stopped to give her money. That first day G2 saw her, he was the only one who gave her.