He was handsome-ish. "I'm driving solo. You wanna ride?" he said. I walked around to the side of his truck and reached up to open the door. I didn't r...eally know what to expect, and wore a pleated skirt and heels. I tried to get up, but was having a hard time. He got out and ran around to me. He was about six feet tall and was wearing a flannel shirt rolled up to his elbows, tight jeans, and Carhart boots. He picked me up by the waist and lifted me into his truck. He wasn't super muscular, but. They were a handsome couple and seemed to be in love and complemented each other. They doted on one another, and it was really cute to see them interact with one another. No matter how I circulated around the yard, I always wound up being by them, or them coming over to me. Until Lisa asked me did I smoke weed? I told her yes and I actually had some in my purse. We laughed and she told me” let's go to the back end of the yard by the pool and puff up”. We rolled up and talked while we puffed. If you move, I will see it, and I will text you and you can expect that your punishment will be lengthened. Is that clear?" She half-moaned, half-whimpered, "Yes, sir." Master stood back up. She heard his footsteps recede until they were gone. She was alone. She could feel the fibers in the carpet etching themselves into the flesh of her knees. She shifted her weight. Half a second later, her phone made the text message "ting-a-ling" sound and the screen lit up. She looked down at it. The. The head slid in easily. He slowly eased his cock in and out in order to lubricate it. With each gentle thrust of his hips, his dick went in further until it was stopped by her virginity. "Ow! Grandpa, that hurts! I want to stop!" the little girl cried. "It's OK, honey. It will stop hurting soon. Grandpa has to push it in real quick to pop your cherry. Then it won't hurt, I promise. " "OK, grandpa!" she whimpered. The old man held her arms tightly to her sides as he gave a final thrust of his.