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Seeing a speck behind her she laughed into her helmet and dipping the clutch, grabbed a big handful of throttle causing the large bike to rise onto its back wheel. Keeping it there until she knew the bikers outside the pub had seen her wheelie she dropped the front back down before turning into the pub car park, where she deliberately dabbed the rear bike causing the bike to snake its way to a halt. Stepping off the bike Julie removed her helmet and holding boobs it in one hand, fluffed out her long wavy brown hair with the other. She was still smiling broadly and walking into the pub when the other rider pulled to a halt, to the shouts of derision and humour from the gathered crowd. Pausing at the door Julie turned and to blow a kiss to the crestfallen guy and shouted gaily, "Old and slow Stevie baby, you owe me a drink and twenty quid." Julie walked into the pub and after getting a bottle of coke she unzipped her black leather Hardcore jacket and turned to survey the pub. She stood against the bar with one elbow resting on it, causing her breasts to strain against the tight tee shirt guy fucks shemale barely covering them. The cold combined with the adrenalin rush had caused her nipples to harden and were nearly poking through the material. Most of the guys just waved or nodded at Julie, having known her for nearly a year now, they knew she was strictly off limits. Julie was reliving anal sex each corner in her mind when she heard a voice beside her say in a loud voice, "nice tits darling mind if I cop a feel," and a large hairy paw reached towards her chest. The guy yelped with pain as Julie's right hand snaked out and caught the man's fingers and bent his wrist savagely the wrong way whilst twisting his arm so the elbow was also bending the wrong way against the joint. Julie pushed her other hand into the man's trousers and gripped his testicles tightly, and with her nails digging in to his tender parts, she smiled sweetly as she enquired, "have you ever learnt to read?" The man despite the excruciating pain shooting through his body nodded weakly and started to read the writing on Julie's tee shirt. Written like an extract from a dictionary it said -- Eng Lang bitch: a female dog, fox or wolf, and underneath written slightly smaller was -- the real meaning: you don't interest me and you can't afford me so don't mess with me and don't touch me or you may just find out what this BITCH can do. Still with the same cold smile on her lips Julie enquired whether the man had read it and when he nodded weakly she released the martial arts grip and withdrew her hand from his trousers. Instead of being sensible and walking away, the man, embarrassed in front of his mates took a swinging slap at Julie's head. Julie just ducked under the clumsy swing and stepping close drove her knee into his already bruised testicles. She danced back as he doubled over in agony and picking up the coke bottle from the bar was just about to smash it over his head when she felt her wrist being grabbed from behind. Julie turned full of venom but her anger faded quickly when she found herself staring into a pair of bright blue eyes set in a calm but smiling face. As the man picked the bottle out of her hand and placed it carefully on the bar she heard the most beautiful melodic timbered voice say softly, "I think you have made your point love." With that the guy picked up the fresh pints and turned to walk back to the corner where he was sitting quietly with a few pals. Julie stood there open mouthed for a short while before her brain clicked into gear and she stomped over to the table where she stood hands on hips ready to pour out verbal venom on this stranger who had the cheek to become involved in her affairs. The words froze on her lips when he looked up from his drink, and as when he smiled at her she felt her pussy start to tingle, a reaction she hadn't had about a man for a few years. The stranger raised an eyebrow at her and enquired how they could help, she found herself lost for words and without speaking spun on her heel and walked away, confused how anyone could have that effect on her. Over the next few hours Julie discreetly watched the group of men as they talked quietly amongst themselves, but every so often their confident laughter could be heard across the crowded pub, as if they didn't care what people thought. They seemed unaware that they were a little out of place in what was obviously a biker's pub, their smart casual wear contrasting with the majority of the customer's leather clad bodies. Asking around none of her usual crowd knew who they were, so in desperation she asked Gordon the landlord about the group of strangers. The landlord laughed at Julie's question, but seeing the fire blaze in Julie's eyes quickly filled her in. "The guy who interfered with your fun is Tony, next to him is his brother Simon, or Drifter as most call him. They are both local lads, their parents own Big Tits the manor house on the top of the hill. The huge big guy is called Bear and I am not sure about the other two." He then went on to mention one word which made it all clear to her why they were so confident in a strange pub, "22 regiment," a single word sometimes used to describe the SAS, the elite of the British Army. Julie knew that Gordon had served but saw him a new light beyond the tattered beret with wings that sat behind the bar, and as she turned back to survey the group she saw that all but Tony had left. Picking up her coke she walked over to the table determined to find out more about this man. Tony looked up from the book he was now reading, when he saw Julie standing at the table and with a nod of his head invited her to sit as he calmly shut the book. "So you're SAS then?" Julie asked and was a little surprised when he laughed. "They are, me I am a just an ordinary guy, my little brother is the hero type not me." he replied. Julie found herself captivated by Tony's easy going and relaxed attitude and as he explained how he had recently moved back into the area she found herself growing more and more to like him. “But I’ve taken a few dicks and I don’t mind being on the receiving end from time to time.” “You missed a bit.” "Wait!" said the girl. “You’re going through with this?” Pausing for a moment, she said, “That’s it baby, let momma have you cum,” and took Big boobs Tits the head of my dick back in her mouth furiously sucking and bobbing and twisting her head from side to side to add a Hardcore little more motion to the head of my cock. I told her when she walks out to concentrate on dancing or you will get overwhelmed by the crowd. I had to put a stop to him. I groaned at the pressure around me. That wonderful, velvety grip that held me. She was in great shape, guy fucks shemale her breasts big and full, her hair this vibrant red sweeping about her shoulders. We kissed for a moment until I gently pulled out of him. You need some independence. When that was done I anal sex said, “Now close your eyes, no peeking, okay.” She put her hands over her eyes whilst I opened a box. Miriam lifted each of her legs allowing me to wash them.