No shoplifting. No getting drunk or stoned and picking fights. These had to be weeded out, some of them forcibly. Others, ones who were willing enough...but had trouble measuring up to the new standards, were assigned to squads under the leadership of more reliable members.Muggings and burglaries were another thing. There were always a few of those committed by crooks and drifters who, more often than not, simply acted on the spur of the moment. These happenings dropped off sharply as the word. I climbed up as well and we had a front row show to a young 20’s couple fucking like porn stars. The women was slim with a very perky set of C cup tits bouncing up and down as she rode this guys cock. My wife was wearing a short skirt so I slid my hand up her leg and started to rub her pussy as we watched the guys cock slide into his girls trimmed pussy. My wife was extremely turned on and moaned at my touch. I looked around the room and there was at least 4-5 couples sitting in other. “Ow!” I said, and withdrew them with blood on them. My excitement ebbed quickly away. She was beside me in an instant. “No, don’t close your legs.” She looked closely at my pussy. “That was only the Fence” she said. “I had forgotten. Some girls don’t have one. It will not trouble you again.”“Is it always going to hurt like that?” I asked, wondering if there was something wrong with me. “No. Only the first time. It will heal in a few days.”But I could not wait a few days. Two nights later, I lay. I find i can't stop looking at you noticing every detail of you from the obvious outline of suspenders showing as you lean over the table to pick up your drink through the tightly tailered skirt,to the ample swelling of your breasts thrusting against your tight blouse,without relising it i was now fully erect my cock as stiff as a poker,so to avoid any emmbarrassment i pick a tray off the table to go for more drinks and hide the bulge very obvious under my jeans.Finding a space at the very busy.