Angela grinned at her encouragingly and then curled her arms around her waist, supporting her in the water and planted a firm kiss on her lips.Maria r...esponded in kind, dipping her hands under the water to Angela’s pert backside and pulling her closer to her, her large breasts mashing against Angela’s. They kissed passionately, tongues intertwining as Maria was now lost to the world, enjoying the heat of the sun and the coolness of the water.Angela’s hands massaged the cheeks of Maria’s. I breathe deeply.While she turns back to her table she just drops as if it was nothing: ?Don’t disturb me again or you’ll be in a lot worse troubles!?God! What a kind of hell is this place?--End of Somalia, part one: Katrina. English version.All comments and reviews welcome at [email protected](s) missing compared to the original (german) story:The Queen of Pain (4pages)More descriptions of Katrina and the instruments on her table. Description of the chair which is firmly screwed. Black Wolf could see that his men were going to fight, whether or not he sanctioned the attack, so he bowed to the inevitable. The Wolf's Pack prepared to attack in the same fashion that they had used previously: a deadly ambush.The trail that the Army troop was following led along a small arroyo for a few hundred yards before swinging away to meander over the rolling plain. Black Wolf decided to use the arroyo as a backdrop for the ambush to prevent the soldiers from escaping by riding that. They were doing her together and they were black men. She was white." Judy's voice had risen to just slightly above a shout. Several people from near-by tables and one couple from the pro shop stopped what they were doing to listen. Suddenly Judy realized she had gotten a bit loud. She finished her screwdriver and signaled for the server. She didn't have to wait long because the waitress was hovering close by. "There was three of them, Butch," she said in a much quieter tone after the waitress.