I remember the rumors. The rumors about having the best night of your life in this pumpkin patch. I'm lying here, naked in the dirt, feeling the night breeze on my exposed and swollen pussy. Nothing is happening and I'm beginning to feel foolish. As the moon disappears behind a cloud, I sigh and begin to sit up on my elbows when I feel something cold slowly slipping inside me, getting thicker as it penetrates deeper. As I...