She wanted to document her first pumpkin patch experience. She was just like a little kid running through the field and jumping on the gigantic pumpki...s. James took pictures of her sitting on one that was almost as big as a bicycle. As hyper as she was, she wasn’t paying much attention to her footing and she tripped on one of the pumpkin roots, sending her blouse flying upwards. Blushing, she scrambled to get up and ripped her shirt on the rough root edges, leaving a gaping hole in the side of. Sure, she was a girl, and this girl’s crotch was pressed against him. Yes, he was hard. That was physical reality. But it wasn’t the first thing he was thinking about. He was thinking about her being here, with him, alive and real. Nor did he love her because she was a beautiful girl. Something just told him in his heart that, alone of all the people he had met, perhaps of all the people in the world, this girl, this world wisened woman, understood him. The truth was, to a large extent, that. "Tell me you love it in the ass." "Your cock feels so good, I love it in the ass."A couple of moments later she was ready to erupt."I'm going to cum, Mark! Please! Please make me cum! Oh fuck, I'm... I'm... CUUUMMMINNNGG!" She barely got the words out before I felt her ass contract and squeeze my cock even tighter. And again I enjoyed watching & feeling her shudder and shake as she came. She didn't buck and writhe like she did before probably due to being on all fours and also being exhausted. “Okay. I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”“Yeah.” She nodded then walked to the door, seeming to avoid looking at me directly in the eye.“And listen…” I said raising to my feet, and she stopped. I walked closer to her, putting a hand on her shoulder and giving her a gentle, kind hug. “Don’t…rush this, okay. Give it time. He’ll understand, and… it’s probably best if you wrap your head around this before moving forward, right?” I suppressed a giggle as she breathed in my neck’s scent. I ended the hug.