Then I wondered whether dad had worked once, if he had had a career and how had he been the one that ended up at home instead of mum. Don't get me wro...g, I'm all for equality as long as I got the bigger share. Smiling at my thoughts I drained the peas then laid the table while dad dished up our meal. Dad was a good cook and I much preferred his cooking to my mother's any day, but whenever she was around she insisted on doing the cooking; the clearing up and everything else dad did."Dad," I said. With my erect cock bobbing before me, I moved across the room.“What are we going to do, Uncle Jeff?” she asked excitedly as she followed me over towards her mother’s dressing table.“Just take ahold of the back of that chair, sweetie,” I said nodding towards the straight-back chair her mother used at the dressing table. Emma stood behind the chair and put her hands on the top cross-rail of the back. She turned to look at me for further instructions. “That’s good Emma. Now step back so you’re. We got the blankets out of our bedrooms to pile on the floor. Tony and I slept on the floor, and Megan on the couch."When I woke up, the light was coming through the windows, and the electricity was back." Why didn't you tell us?" Because you couldn't do anything, other than perhaps drive back at night, with no street lights, and branches on the roads. And besides, we were just fine. It was like a camping trip. And there was no point in telling you on Saturday since the lights were back on.". She is horny as hell. Between not having real satisfaction for the last few months and now the giddiness she feels hearing about Matt’s new position, she lays back against the pillows on the couch and spreads her legs. “Matt, please, please, I need it so bad, eat me, please,” Martha begs. Matt looks into her eyes and realizes she is very serious and needs this more than any of the cravings she has had over the last few months. As she arches her back to lift her ass, Matt lowers her panties.