Mixed with the coffee, it made for a perfect picture of a perfect morning in a perfect house ... full of naked people. I was naked, Keri was naked and... the ever beautiful Sarah was naked, except for her apron.Sarah always wore an apron when she worked in the kitchen. I don’t know why. The apron didn’t cover the nipples that were a perfect point to the shape of her small breasts. It didn’t cover her hard, firm ass. Her ass cheeks were smaller than my hands, way less than a handful. Her muscular. Apparently satisfied that we were unobserved for the moment, Janet turned to me and fixed me with her green eyes."Look, we need to talk," she started. Looking at her was fine, but listening to her rather spoiled the effect. Janet was used to getting her own way, and it showed. "Can we go somewhere private?" Sure," I said amiably, since that fit in well with my own plans, "Let's go behind the school."She seemed to consider it for a moment, then nodded. "Okay. But quick!" Since most people were. What astounded me most was the fact that there were very few coloured people in the place and yet this district is particularly known for its Afro population. Maybe this pub was special after all. Most of the women were fair skinned but wore black gothic skirts with matching top clothing and makeup as for the men; they were either in leather or black cotton also hard on gothic. It occurred to me that my choice of clothes wasn’t a coincidence. Had Gothic Liz got to me telepathically or was it. "Whatever you say. You're the boss." She straddled me, spreading those big, beautiful legs wide apart. My dick easily found her hole and I went absolutely crazy, fucking her hard and fast and with an intensity that was almost out of control. Janie was bucking fiercely and her tits were bouncing up and down wildly. I pushed hard, raising her off the bed, and I came inside her for the third time. "Uncle Joe," she sighed. "What are you doing to me? I can't stop cumming." "I'm fucking you like you.