The driver’s pants were unzipped, stiff cock protruding. I rolled my eyes and opened my notebook, contemplating what charges to bring.
“What’s going on here?” I asked.
“I’m having sex with my sweet pumpkin,” he said, grinning.
I glanced at the passenger seat to see a smiling jack-o’-lantern.
“A literal pumpkin? How does that work?”
He rotated the pumpkin. My jaw dropped. I felt a bit dizzy. A real, fleshy vulva glistened below a puckered anus.
“Fuck,” I gasped.
The man laughed hysterically. Then feminine laughter joined from the passenger seat. I wandered back to my cruiser in a daze.
