" He stood up and took thebranch and broke it into two parts. One he pushed into her pussy and other inher ass until both went inside. He spread her l...egs apart and started kickingabove her pussy brutally. She shouted for every kick as the thorn went in her pussyskin. Then he lifted her ass up and put it down with great force so that thethorns in her ass will hurt her skin.. She started crying''Noooooooooooo... Itshurting'''''' Then he took a a long iron rod and inserted it in her pussytightly. I remember feeling warm and tingly down there but nothing more. I don't remember when it became more than that. I do memories however of more. One memory in particular, Mom had to work early. During our usual routine, daddy did not only blow smoke in my face, he had he sit on his lap facing him, with my legs wrapped around his back. He told me to open my mouth and placed the fireside of the joint into his mouth and leaned forward. He blew smoke into my mouth until I started choking. Each time. Then Mom would come over with a big smile on her face and a bowl of baked beans. She would feed me a spoonful of beans while I crouched naked on the table top, after which I had to switch from a crouching position to on my hands and knees. Everybody would then shout “One, two three, Happy Sweet Sixteen, go Debbie go!”What would happen then is I was almost sure to fart and my little brothers would take turns whacking my bare asshole with the leather strap mom had given them. In a while a little. She used her hands to frame particular parts of her body. She smoothed her hands across her hips….look here. She ran her fingers through her hair….see how it frames my face. She tilted her face down looking from her own hips to his eyes….how do you like this? She turned around watching him over her shoulder as she danced….and what about this view? He liked it. He liked it a lot. He stood for some time, watching this intimate exhibition, waiting for his invitation to join. After a time, she gave.