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... on her chest. The soft flesh of her flat stomach sloped gently down her torso and terminated at her lush mat of blonde bush curls. Her long legs tapered gracefully right down to the smooth skin of her lightly tanned feet. I was in heaven as I floated in the lake worshiping my lovely bride. Julie began walking toward me in the water. I admired her full breasts jiggling and dancing with every step. Suddenly . a deafening roar of motorcycle engines broke the peaceful silence of the moment. A group of four bikers riffled toward us, accelerating rapidly. They steered their motorcycles quickly to encircle my stunned and naked wife. She was trapped and trying desperately to cover her nakedness. The men laughed as they circled her, shouting obscenities and commenting on her various body parts. They stopped their bikes, promptly dismounted, and moved in closer to surround my lovely wife. All four of them lewdly stared at her treasures, without the least bit of subtlety, fully absorbed by her naked beauty. There was also nothing subtle about the massive bulges in their jeans from studying my wife's sexy body that was shamefully on display in all its' naked glory. As they stood there, penning her in, I noticed the smoking skull symbol on the back of their denim jackets. The words STONNED DICIPLES encircled the symbol. After a few moments of gawking at my beautiful naked bride they all started laughing loudly. Julie sobbed softly, as she cowered beneath their mocking glares. "What have ...

... we here, gentlemen?" One of them queried, "It seems that a couple of thieves have decided to pilfer our private camp site!" "Yeah that's right." A second one chided in. "It looks like we might be needing to collect a little rental fee." They all chuckled lewdly. One biker, a tall muscular man, who seemed to be the leader, walked up behind Julie and held her in a bear hug. My wife struggled briefly but her attempts at freedom were fruitless. She soon submitted to his grip. "That's better." He commented soothingly as he stroked her hair "No sense trying to get away now, we just want to have a little fun honey." The other three seemed to think it was hilarious as he liberally mauled my wife's naked breasts. He was holding her tightly with one hand and squeezing her tits with the other. My wife quickly came to terms with her predicament and relaxed her efforts to escape the leader's grip. She just stood there, passively, as he continued his assault on her chest. Julie seemed to offer no resistance at all as he pulled on her big pink nipples. Sensing her opposition had totally faded; he loosed his grip around her waist and reached down to insert a finger into my wife's cunt. Surprisingly, Julie didn't flinch one bit at the uninvited intrusion. She closed her eyes, tossed her head back and bit down on her lower lip. Meanwhile, the other bikers turned their attention toward me cowering in the water. I've never been too skillful with my fists, and I was frightened to death over what ...