He also said that his VP was very impressed that I was Rob's son-in-law. I laughed and said that I'd try not to let it all go to my head. Rob asked wh...ther I was sure that we didn't mind his staying with us for "a few days." I told him there was no problem. He said he'd let us know when he was flying in. We shook hands and I drove home. Weena and I put the boxes in the guest bedroom and hung the suitbag.We had a salad lunch and I got out the secateurs to take care of the shrubs. Weena stretched. Her body was where you'd really scored, though.Massive, F-cup tits that somehow stayed perky and jiggled just the right amount when she walked. A thin waistline, paired with wide, swaying hips that always seemed like she was trying to seduce you. Thick thighs with a nice little gap between them, and a firm, incredibly fat ass. None of her features seemed exaggerated or out of place though, everything working together in harmony to create the perfect woman. To top it all off, she was a foot. ’ They heard the muted roll of drums. ‘Bring the bass,’ she said with a smile and stopped at a door just inside the house from the mudroom. Opening it revealed another set of stairs that headed down. ‘Come on.’ These steps squealed a bit being much less well constructed than the other steps in the house, slats on a wooden base. As they descended Joe could see a finished basement with a tight woven carpet keeping the concrete warm. He noticed the walls covered with acoustic tile. In the corner. So it was with dread for Marsha that Friday night rolled round and Randy left for work. She tried to take her mind off what lay ahead by busying herself with housework. Perhaps he won't come. Perhaps something has happened and ... she told herself, but the thought had no more than surfaced when there was that impatient pounding on the front door.She opened the door a crack and her heart sank to see that it was indeed her father-in-law, reeking of alcohol and looking for some "entertainment".Her.