Her boyfriend is the usual victim, but I’ve seen a brother and even a father end up dragged into it. Right now in Malibu, there’s a girl I went to...high school with who has her worst enemy as a step-mom.”That got me to laugh. “Okay, that’s terrible,” I admitted.“It is,” she agreed with a giggle. “The point is though that you need to understand, girls use sex as a weapon, a tool, a crutch, a status symbol and anything else they can think of. The girls thought that doing that would hurt you. I knew she wanted to be in a position to observe, first hand, how her scheming and plotting was unfolding. I was grateful for her help, and didn't begrudge her the ringside seat. I wondered if my father was privy to any of what was beginning to unfold?The flight back home was lively. The girls were all excited to be going home to see everyone, and I was feeling as keyed up and nervous as on the morning of the day I first got married. There were literally a thousand things that might go wrong. Think about it, if I leave the railing down, and you fall out ofthis bed, you could really get hurt. I mean it's got to be a good two andhalf to three feet down to the floor. You really could break an arm orleg, that's why the railing needs to be up, and you need to wearsomething, just in case you need to go during the night."I looked at Lynn, knowing she was right, but I really didn't want to weara diaper with a pair of plastic panties over it to bed.Lynn gave me that look that said look this. He asked for a beer and I duly went to the kitchen to fetch one. By the tome I got back, my girl had wasted no time in getting acquainted with his monster tool. I walked into the room to find her leaning over his lap, licking the end of his swollen shaft, while wanking him with her hand.I stopped and stared as this man grabbed the back of her head and pushed it down onto his, by now, fully erect nine inches. There was no way that she would be able to get it all into her mouth at once, but with.