I turned to the guy I'd been partnered with."Listen, I mean it" he said, "if you're not up to this then it's cool."I smiled up at him. 'That was a rea...ly sweet thing to say' I thought to myself as I looked at him. He really was pretty fit, and his boxers did look pretty snug. And of course, I didn't want to lose this sort of competition to a fat girl so, in a rush of courage and bravado, spurred on by the fact I was very drunk, I thought 'Fuck it, why not?'With that I crouched down in front of. My fingers felt a sort of dampness, from the center of the crease lining my crotch. Another finger went to the crease to investigate, and met with the same moist feeling.“PLEASE let there be some sort of opening”, my alluring female voice begged. My blind fingers slid, scraped, plucked, at latex seam, causing more moisture to emerge. The fondling of my sex, and an anticipation of what had come before excited me, as my nipples began to harden under the latex. A series different strategies. He reached out and stroked her quivering ass cheek, causing a deep, guttural moan to escape from her lips. “The question,” he said, “is why are all these women bound this way?”As if in answer to his question, his own clothing disappeared from his body, to be instantly replaced by a strange leather outfit consisting of black pants, a black vest, and heavy black boots. The new clothing was very tight-fitting. His more than ample package was obvious in the tight pants, and the open vest revealed. He had a good job as Assistant Store Manager at a grocery store. That was hard work, but that's what made the world go round.It was during January that I bought a wedding ring. I didn't buy an engagement ring, since when would a farmer's wife wear it? I asked Jeannie, "Can we get married on Valentine's Day?" when I proposed.Jeannie said, "Get the almanac. It always has a bunch of years in it. Let's see when Valentine's Day is."Valentine's Day was going to be on Friday, so the dance would in all.