I mean…. John was an asshole but he was all I knew for 12 years.”She still wasn’t making eye contact. Just absently string past me into space. �...�Belinda is there anything I can do for you?”“Not unless you want to weed may garden for me. I haven’t quite been into it,” and she chuckled mechanically. “I could do that tomorrow around ten?”“Oh you don’t have to…” Finally she made eye contact. She seemed unsure and somewhat nervous.“Belinda its fine. Gives me something to do.”She just smiled then. A week later she poked her head in my office after delivering a package down the hall, “Going for Chinese in about fifteen, will I see you there? “Fifteen? Yeah, sure, I’ll be there.” On our second ten minute lunch together, Janis suggested that we have dinner together sometime. Sure, when? Where? “How about tomorrow evening? There’s a place I want to check out. I could pick you up rather than taking two cars.” “Okay.” I said after scribbling my address and phone number on the back of my. She was loving the attention and I was loving the thrill of the chase!She finally confessed she wanted to act on her desires, it would just be a question of when and where.We agreed upon a quiet car park in the middle of night.The whole drive there I was rock hard and oozing pre-cum in anticipation.She eventually pulled up in her car. She came over to my window "I don't think this is a good idea. I'm house sitting for my grandma, let's go there". I was excited yet dissapointed that my hard-on. He’d start with the big pumpkin first. He held the pumpkin in his hand and pushed his cock through the pumpkin hole. He made the hole small and really had to push it in.It felt good on his cock. He began fucking the pumpkin. Thrusting his cock in and out. He was moaning and groaning while fucking it. He knew it looked weird, but it felt amazingly incredible on his cock. The pumpkin insides felt hot and slimy on his dick. It felt so weird and strange that he blew his load inside of the.