Angela and Emma are given the option to redress a bit and Angela goes with black lingerie and Emma a black bikini like aboveCatfight: The crew and other passengers now become spectators only instead of participants as they were in judging the beauty contest. The women look sizzling even when not nude and even hotter when circling each other like primal women looking for an opening to attack the competition. Emma starts the action with a right handed slap across Angela's beauty contest winning face. Angela doesn't like for her beautiful face to be touched, especially by some foreign foe who thinks apparently she is going to kick her butt in this fight. Angela doesn't respond with either a slap or a fist but goes immediately for Emma's hair and grabs fistfuls of that and whips her down to a foliage covered area near the sandy spot where they started the battle. Emma goes down with quite a bit of momentu but at least the greenery cushions the fall. Angela moves her hands up and down vertically slapping the other one as if she has just accomplished something but the match is just starting. Angela also notices that the first mate just wrote down something in his journal type book and can't imagine what that could be. Anyway, Angela is quick to try to take advantage as she goes over to Emma's downed form but right as she is about to grab her rival by the hair again, Emma swings her legs around in an arc and clips Angela's beauty contest winning legs out from under her. The women struggle a bit in the folaige area where Emma first fell before pushing each other away and getting to standing positions.
The women pull a few leaves and small twigs out of their hair and are ready to go at it again. Emma raises her hands in front of her body and is obviously challenging her American honey foe to match her opposite hands with her own. Angela is more than willing to do that. Hands clasp together, and legs brace as anchors for the arm strength contest to come. Arms tremble as do their legs as the pushing begins as each woman tries to push the other one's arms well past vertical and hopefully in their outlook to send the other woman either down to her knees or even better down all the way on to her back. At times, each woman gains the advantage as she has the rival's arms past vertical, but only to have that woman come back to at least a neutral position and maybe even gain the edge herself. Finally, Emma gains the advantage and keeps it as she ultimately pushes Angela down to her knees to have her almost in a worshiping position which has got to please the British babe big time to have her in that situation. Emma continues to hold on to Angela's hands as she awkwardly bends them backward to keep her foe in pain along with the humiliation of having put her down on the sandy area they now reside on at the moment.
Emma surrounds Angela's head and puts it into a standing legscissors and keeps her foe from using her hands and arms to try to free it but maintaining the grips on both bands. Angela tries to squirm and wiggle and twist her head out from between Emma's legs but she has her legs pushing together as tightly as she can to keep the pressure on her American beauty's neck and head. Angela grunts and squeals a bit, probably more out of frustration than any intense pain. Her wiggling of her head is not doing the job of getting it free nor is Angela able to free her hands from Emma's grip so that they could be used to perhaps spread the legs of her tormentor. But Angela does have the better base with her legs on the ground which Emma is standing on two feet, obvioulsy very close together in order to maintain the legscissors of her nemesis ' head. Angela bides her time until Emma looks like she might be showboating a bit for the audience and then makes her play by pushing off on her lower legs and even her thighs that are connected to the ground, unlike what Emma has in stability right now. Her thrusting of her body forward forces Emma backwards, and she loses not only her balance but the standing legscissors. She falls flat on the ground with Angela moving towards her to try to take advantage.
Angela watches out for the arcing legs but unfortunately isn't looking for the sand thrown into the face as she approches. The area they are still fighting in is a mixture of grass, sand, folaige, with a muddy/boggy area several feet away. That sand gets into Angela's eyes and keeps her from gaining the edge after Emma's backwards fall to the ground. Angela wants to wash out her eyes and moves over to the bog type deal to get a little moisture. She is carefully using as little as possible since she doesn't know how sanitary it is but at least she isn't drinking it. Well, that is until Emma comes flying at the back of her body and both women go into the boggy pool. The women splash around a bit but it isn't verry deep as it turns out even though from observation from the surface, it would he hard to tell that. Emma and Angela slap each other a bit in the water and dunk each other a couple of times but neither is strong enough to keep the other's head down for long. Finally, they make their way back to the edge of the bog with the other people having followed them to the edge. Again, Emma and Angela notice the first mate making notes or something in her log book as they try to dry out a bit from their dip. The water at least seemed to be fine as far as taste goes, and there was no reason to suspect it was bad necessarily.
Even with the water there, Emma and Angela still have a little mud and grass on them as they have emerged from it. Emma notices that Angela's lingerie has seen better days since it clearly isn't waterproof and designed for such water exposure. Emma reaches over and grabs the lingerie top and rips it off to once again expose Angela's perky orbs that also made their appearance during the beauty contest when their chests and later areas were judged. But instead of throwing it to the side, Emma uses the stringed and lacy mostly black clothing to wrap around Angela's neck in a blatant choking of that gorgeous neck...and with her own bra to boot. The English hottie moves behind Angela to make it harder for the victim to get at her, but right now, Angela is more concerned about pulling her own bra away from her neck that actually getting at Emma. The American babe is able to get her hands and fingers between the lingerie top and her neck, and it also isn't as stiff of a weapon as it would be were it not soaked with water at this point. Angela gets it off her neck and takes it away from Emma, and as a bonus, she reaches back, grabs both ankles of her opponent, and pulls on them to upend Emma and send her down on to her back.
Emma is accustomed to being knocked down on her back but so far, Angela hasn't been able to take advantage the other two times. But this time she does as she plops her body down on top of Emma's supine form. She grinds and rubs her body over Emma's as she has a schoolgirl pin type situation going right now. Angela eyes Emma's bikini top and doesn't seem to think it is fair that only she is topless, so she does a quick untying job and takes it off to reveal again Emma's beauty contest winning balcony. Angela takes on Emma's tits with her own and the advantage of being on top at this point. Angela also makes sure her own lingerie covered pussy smacks into Emma's on occasion when she raises her lower body a bit and then drops it down on to her trapped rival. Angela moves her body forward on Emma's and has her tits on top of Emma's face and gives her the titsmothering that Angela thinks she richly deserves. She transfers sweat, body odor, and probably some good old fashioned mud and grass on to Emma's face along with restricting the English fox's breathing. Emma suffers through the smothering but looks for a way to turn it around...and literally finds it by pulling of Angela's hair.
Emma pull those tresses and becomes the one on top now with Angela strapped beneath her larger form. Emma goes immediately to her own titsmother, superior for the simple reason that her tits are larger than Angela's, and Emma knows how to use them to their best benefit. Emma gives the American cutie a taste of her own sweat, her body odor, and once again, some mud, some grass, some sand, and who knows what else they have picked up along the way. But unlike Angela, Emma has another great smothering weapon with her larger and more concave armpits which she is more than happy to share with Angela's beauty contest winning face. She shoves those very unpleasant areas of her left and right underarms one at a time into her foe's face. Angela doesn't like the contact and who can blame her. In addition, just like the titsmother, it has the effect of reducing Angela's breathing which also weakens her for the current time. But just like Angela's cover of her before, Emma's smothers have left her body unbalanced in her cover of Angela's who is able to buck her off her body.
The women get up to standing positions for a long time, and in an unusual move, the guys watching this have peeled some fruit and thrown some slices to the women to get a little nourishment because according to them, it is simply unbearably hot right now not to have a little sustenace which indeed makes perfect sense. The women eat a little of the fruit, and once again notice some logging being done by the first mate as if he is making notes about something. Emma and Angela are ready to get back at it again and move together for a mutual bearhug as their sizzling bods crash together. They have their arms wrapped around the other's midsection with Emma seemingly having the advantage here with stronger arms plus have a thicker midsection which means Angela has to work harder to encircle and squeeze Emma's stomach area. Higher on their forms is another battle going on...the tit war which also is being won by Emma with her larger and stronger boobs. So, Angela is not liking the way these two competitions are going as witnessed by her grimaces being more pronounced than Emma's, and her grunts and squeals also being louder than those eminating from her foe Emma. Angela suddenly drops her own bearhug and delivers a short fist into Emma's defenseless midsection, doubling over the UK doll and giving Angela some time to recover from Emma's recent advantages over her.
