The top fitted her slim torso tightly, and Andy (who always looked for this sort of thing) couldn’t see the outline of a bra underneath. The guy was...wearing shorts and a t-shirt too, although to be fair Andy was rather more interested in the shape of the girl’s breasts under her top. They were talking too softly for Andy to pick out any definite words, but he did notice that the boy was holding the painted stone. Did that mean she’d painted it, as a message for him?They were standing rather. He had always reckoned on being too smart to have been caught by the Police but they had really done a number on him this time, and he had regretted his decision to serve his daughters sentence ever since!If he had only realised then, just what serving her sentence would entail he would never have agreed to this, it might also have taught the spoiled brat a lesson, he realised now. Instead, he was the one being taught a lesson, many lessons on fact and of the type that he would never have. I never liked being spanked, so I tried my hardest to be a good girl. Grandpa likes good girls.If I am a really good girl then Grandpa will lick and kiss me on my cunny for ages and ages. I love this, especially if he keeps licking me and also puts his finger inside my cunny. He goes slow and it makes me tingle even harder, and I am not allowed to get up until he says so. Mum always comes in first to get me, and Grandpa is usually still playing with my cunny. She has to stand there and wait. Her pussy was leaking what seemed like a river. She was breathing heavy with a smile on her face. “That felt really good Oh my good I really love the way it felt.” She looked down and saw my hard dick, Mike do you want help with that. I said hell yeah. I told her I want her to get on top and bounce on my dick. She got on top and started to go up and down first. Her pussy still wet from the tongue-lashing I gave it just minutes before. She is now moving faster just riding my dick. It felt so.