When I got older and started to develop curves and breasts, he would remove my shirt and strike me with a thin branch all over my bare skin. Sometimes... he would make tiny marks that bled on my back and stomach. One time he had a lit cigar and pressed in into my left breast. I screamed bloody murder from that and he never did it again thankfully. As soon as I graduated from high school and turned eighteen I got out of there as fast as I could. It wasn’t until after I had my twenty second birthday. By the force of the drop, her boobs jumped and came out of the dress. I needed no further invitation.For the next 10 minutes, I was sucking her boobs alternatively and pressing the other. She was moaning uncontrollably now and whispered in my ear, “Just fuck me”. I replied, “What’s the hurry” and bit her nipple. She shouted in pain and pressed my head back onto her boobs.I stood up, removed my dress and undressed her also. She was only in her panties now and I was in my briefs. When I lied down. I want you in my mouth... pleeeeeeeze give it to Shhhaaaaaayna... uh hmmmm, yummy!"It was now time to get dressed for her "hot" night on the town. She clasped her bra, and readjusted the cups pushing her fake tits together and up trying to produce cleavage. She pulled out a red Lycra mini and slipped it on, but the fit didn't seem right, as the Lycra fabric seemed lumpy from her garter skirt underneath. She hastily removed the garter skirt allowing the size 8 mini skirt to fit flush, skin. "I've got good friends. Maybe agirlfriend. Yeah," I say, my grin widening. "Yeah. Things are good." What's the job?" he asks, playing with his own half-finished coffee.Has he been waiting here for the whole two hours since I called?"I'm working at the high school. And doing a bit of tutoring. I think,"and as I say I know it's true, "I think I'm going get my teaching cert.English, you know?"My dad looks at me, trying to read me. "That's great son," he says,nodding his head. "That's really.