I'm Gilligan." the former Mr. Howell said, nearly weeping as the words came out of his mouth."And who I am?" You're my wife, of course..." Another swa...! "Ouch! I mean you're the Captain and my boss." Howell said in pain. How low he had fallen in just a day!"Good!" Lovey quite enjoyed getting even with Thurston for all the sneering, sexist put-downs over the many years they had been married. He pointed at Gilligan in her husband's body. "And who is that?" Thurston Howell the third?" said the new. He knocked at a door with the number 43 on it. There was a low moan from inside and he opened the door.The room was completely empty except for an old black-and-white television set and a filthy twin-sized mattress. The room stank and I gagged. I couldn't tell what - sweat, cum, old rotten food, something else. And a horrible overlay of strawberry scented air freshener. I leaned against the door, weak with nausea.Diamond Doug motioned and I turned my head. The door to the bathroom was open. A. Sadly, he also had inherited a father- in -law that at every turn was at his elbow. His wife was named, well we will use her second name Marlies to give her at least a little privacy, her daughter too we shall use her second name, Fenna. Now our man Paul will admit he`s not an incredibly determined sort of chap, in his own words he`s a wimp, and this woman soon realised it, the daughter was conceived as a way to his wallet if they became separated and he was soon finding Marlies ruling his. She opened her legs a little wider still for him, wriggling to adjust her hips. Working her beautiful little quim back gradually onto his throbbing cock. He could see her face, upturned, head on the mattress. She was biting her lower lip a little. A look of concentration and determination marking her lovely face. He watched her closely for signs of pain or real fear, but to his delight he saw none. Christ this was it. She was going to let him in this time. David's sense of relief was massive..