.. Mark."Mark was speechless. Phil said, "Relax, I'm just a golfer."I broke out laughing as Mark fell all over himself to get us what we needed. Mark ...did ask for a favor. He asked if Phil would pose for a picture in the pro shop with him. Phil agreed and Mark disappeared and came back with his camera. I got Steve to take the picture with Phil, Michael, Mark, and me.The rest of the guys showed up from the range and I filled them in on the groupings. We went out and prepared the carts. It was. " Oh, Jesus!" I said. "We're all in serious trouble now."The artillery bombardment went on for days, pinning us down and knockingchunks out of the Air Ministry building. We were desperate to leave buteven if the shelling had stopped there was a problem. Though Hans hadgrabbed his stuff and we'd all managed to get under cover when itstarted, we hadn't had time to get the bikes to safety. They lay wherewe'd left them, their torn and mangled remains barely even recognizableas bikes anymore. We. Angela's pubic hair was matted and sticky. Her swollen pink clit stood at attention, pushing its way through the hair. The hair covering her pussy lips was pushed aside, the swollen inner lips exposed to my prying eyes.Click! Click! Click!"Ok, switch!" I said.They changed positions and I concentrated my next series of photos on Angela's hairy ass, pussy and thighs. Sparse hair lined the crevice between her ass cheeks and went down to surround her pussy. Her inner thighs were damp, the thinning. ”“All Jocelyn, all the time!” Clarissa laughed. “I’ve seen them. You two were basically inseparable!”“No kidding. And I’m glad we’re close again, though it’s not like it was before.”“It’s not like it was before between you and me, either.”“You mean because of Elizaveta?”“Obviously. I really enjoyed cuddling and we can’t do that now.”“Things are good between you and Abby, right?”“Yes. But despite my orientation, having you cuddle me is different from cuddling with Abby.”“Hugs are OK,” I.