The legs, tummy and breasts looked very familiar, but I could not see the face that dangled over the edge of the table. A man’s crotch was buried in...front of the whore’s mouth. When the man fucking the face of that woman pulled out, I heard a familiar voice telling him to blow his load on her and paint her face with cum. Then, it slowly dawned on me who I was watching. It was Tammy. And she was getting fucked by a whole line of men.I was dumbfounded as to what to do. Should I intervein. Jamal reached out behind my wife and put his hands on her thighs as they looked at each other in the mirror; he started kissing her neck and moved his hands up to her breast, as she rubbed her ass against the huge bulge that could be seen inside his jeans. Anna turned around and they started kissing passionately; the black man put his hands on her ass and then moved them up to unzip her dress. My wife wriggled out of her dress and got down on her knees, unbuckling his belt as she looked into. She then stood up and turned away from me and ever so slowly pulled up her long dress until finally I could see the white lace hem of her wedding lingerie. As the folds of white satin continued to rise, I soon could make out the lacey tops of her white, thigh-high stockings. A little more and I could see the white, satin, garter belt just before she flashed me the grand prize, those fullback, white, satin, tanga panties!She laughed as pervy, Uncle Tom came up behind her and began to rub his. Bonnie, leaving her mask in place, looked over at her partner, “Fuck Clyde, FUCK FUCK FUCK!” she screamed in excitement, “We fucking did it!” “It was such a rush, you, you were amazing,” Clyde answered from under his mask, his eyes watching traffic. His gloved hands held the steering wheel, the tinted glass hiding the two in the car from any oncoming traffic. A fire truck raced by and he looked in the rearview mirror as the large vehicle stopped in front of the jewelry store. Bonnie glanced.