It shot straight up and was so big i gasped in amazement.He asked me if i always did that to my gym instructors and i told him only if they are young ...nd fit.I then bent down and took his huge cock in my mouth.I sucked hard on it swallowing it right up to his balls.He told me that no woman had ever managed to fit his cock in their mouth completely before.This just spurred me on even more and it wasn't long before his cock began to twitch.I knew he was about to come so i made sure i had his cock. Hay stems and leaves stuck to his body inside his shirt, down to his waist; the rough stem sides of the bales abraded away his blue jeans, despite the short leather bale apron he wore as he gave each bale a "knee boost" to help lift it upward in a swinging arc to reach the waiting hay hook above him. His legs above the knees were red, raw and scratched. By day's end there would be deep scratches, some bleeding, and his blue jeans would be ruined. He was earning a dollar an hour. When his. I asked Dorothy to dance, she got up and we moved out to the dance floor followed by Dixie and George. We danced a couple of dances and Dorothy asked to sit down for a couple of minutes, because she was getting a bit tipsy. While she sat there she still kept drinking. Joe and Dixie were soon back at the table also.I asked Joe if he minded if I danced with Dixie.He said. "Of course not. I can't keep up with her."Dixie and I got up and walked out to the dance floor. I danced away from our table. But I made myself do it.The first few steps were the hardest and Tim took my elbow as Istumbled. "Hold my hand," he whispered. "We are supposed to be a couple,and it will help keep you steady until you find your feet in thoseheels." I gratefully took him up on his offer and after a few minutes itdidn't feel so strange to be walking hand in hand with another man. Iwas 'straight' but dressed as a woman, he was 'gay' but definitely not'camp'. We looked like any other Goth couple - of which there.