Pumpkin Patch Pick Up

"And having a threesome on bales of hay wasn't even on my Fall bucket list"

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“You like ‘em big?”

My husband flirts with the blondie trying to haul an orange behemoth into her wheelbarrow. It seems she popped a few buttons of her plaid flannel in the process.

“Aah surr’ do.”

Her country-girl accent and dirty smile is pure temptation. “Got monster ones in the barn for the fair, wanna see ’em?”

When I ask the price of those and she rakes her chocolate manicured nails on my husband’s denim-caged monster, I’m not shocked, not even surprised.

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We leave with so much more than a 200 lbs showpiece smelling of her pumpkin pie.

 

Published 1 year ago

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