bob4rules

Layla was cleaning the living room of her house, skillfully dusting the furniture and shelves with a duster; she was wearing comfortable clothes suitable for housework, a cozy shirt, yoga pants that barely contained her huge thighs and butt, and slippers on her bare feet. Over these clothes, she wore a white apron. She had returned from a vacation with her husband a few days ago, and although they had a great week, household chores had piled up upon their return. "Carla and Sofia left the house fairly tidy, I'll give them that, but neither of them even thought of cleaning a bit" she thought to herself, but all in all, she wasn't too displeased. Cleaning and tidying the house was her way of relaxing, and it gave her the satisfaction of a job well done. While cleaning the cabinet, she noticed a cardboard box on top of it, a couple of meters off the ground, that she didn't remember. "Strange, that wasn't there when I left. Did one of my daughters put it there?" she wondered, standing on