I pulled my mouth away and withdrew my hand. During all this, Heather had been sitting on the side of the couch watching intently. She now gave her mo...her instructions.“Mom, roll over. Let him fuck you from behind.”Linda did not answer, or even open her eyes, but did as she was told, bending over on the couch. My cock had long since hardened again and I had no trouble sliding into her dripping pussy. I steadied myself with one hand on her hip, while the other hand reached underneath to stroke. "Can I look at you boobs" I asked. "Of course not you pervert" she replied. I quickly adjusted my angle of attack by adding, "I mean, can I stare at your boobs while you still have your clothes on". She slowly replied with, "I guess.... but only for a couple of seconds until I get too frecked out about a guys staring at MY boobs". So I looked her sqaure in the eyes and dragged my eyes down till I was staring straight at her hot C-cups tits. They looked soo dam fucking hot. As soon as I could. I needed no encouragement. I whipped around behind her and watched intently for a few seconds as Lenka's shaft slid in and out of my wifes pussy, I spat on my hand and rubbed it into her anus, lined my cock up and eased it into her backdoor. I could feel Lenka through the thin layer of skin separated our cocks as we both pleasured the same woman. Sarah was writhing around grinding against us. Leaning on Sarah I reached around and grabbed her left breast and let it wobble around in my palm, with. Wecouldn't all be props with cues, as the crew referred to actors.With a sardonic smile, Violet unhelpfully asked what was the lastproduction I worked on. I tried to remember the name of the play wewere reading in English. "The Importance of Being Earnest." You would make a pretty Gwendolen," Mrs. Indigo said."Thank you," I said too quickly. Wait - wasn't Gwendolen the ditz?"Is it okay that we swapped clothes for fun, Mom?" Violet asked."Of course! Girls often do," Mrs. Indigo said. "Unlike.