I’ve become to love the feel of his cock in me and how it makes me feel. “Would you like to taste Daddy’s cock?” he asks. I just stare at him ...nd turn and look at his cock. I don’t know what to say. “Your Mum used to love sucking Daddy’s cock, you’re so like your Mum.” I look up at him stunned. “Don’t look so surprised baby, you’ll love it.” I don’t know what to do or think. I know very little about sex. I never had a sex education classes in school, and my friends never talked about that sort. On the deck table was a half-empty pitcher of lemonade, and an empty glass, and my attention, it’s fair to say, was divided equally between all the bare skin and touch of my neighbour, and her magical lemonade. Mrs B must have seen my glances, I’m sure, but she chose to remark only on the pitcher. She picked it, and the glass, up. “Do you think you’ll be okay for a couple of minutes while I freshen this up, and get the first-aid kit?” she asked. My sobs had subsided to sniffs, and she gave me a. Is that quite clear?" Both girls nodded silently. "And......and how will the Police Chief punish us.....when we see him?" queried Jennifer, her voice tremulous. "He is going to apply the lightest penalty that the rules here permit, namely twelve strokes each with a specialised bamboo cane across your bare bottoms. From what I've heard, the strokes are very hard and delivered without mercy." Both Jennifer and Rachel gasped in horror, instinctively clinging to each other, their blood running cold. For sure, you carry your own weight. Most girls your age would be sittin' around expecting to be taken care of, but not you. You just pitch in without a word said and do your share. Someday, some guy's gonna marry a wonderful wife and mother," he said appreciatively.She glowed with his praise. He was the only man in the world whose opinion and praise she cared about. It felt so good to just hold onto him, feeling his love and his strength. She nestled her face against his hard chest and mewed.