[Glamour Fights]

N.B, This is not a fight for the championship. It is a fight to settle issues between the two.

I invited Elke and Ann-Margret into my office to let them know what my final decision was regarding the winner of the tournament. Elke came in wearing a long, light blue, side split, low cut dress with shear sleeves. It was an identical copy of the same dress Elke would wear to her celebration party. Ann-Margret entered wearing a knee length, bronze, side split, spaghetti strapped, low cut, sleeveless dress. Elke’s light blue dress seemed to make her blonde hair even blonder and brought subtle highlights out. Ann-Margret’s reddish bronze dress set off the deep rich dark red color of her hair. If either was trying to influence my decision with their beauty and sexiness they were both dong a good job.

Elke Sommer	Ann-Margret Olsson
29 years old	28 years old
5'7" 125 lbs BMI: 19.6	5'5" 120 lbs BMI: 20.0
36B-22-36	35D-23-35

GF: “This was not an easy decision to make. Elke, you won according to the tournament rules. Ann-Margret, you won the head-to-head competition. I consulted with 81 individuals to get their collective opinion. But the final decision is mine. Strong arguments were made by several on both your behaves or on having you two fight it out once more.. The most convincing argument to me was that quite a few of Ann-Margret’s supporters were gracious enough to say that Elke had won fair and square by the rules even though they knew Ann-Margret was the better fighter. Elke’s supporters were just as gracious saying Elke had proven herself better over the long tournament day in and day out but if she couldn’t be champion than there could be no better choice than Ann-Margret. My final decision is based on “rules are rules and to change them after the fact is not right.” So Elke, YOU ARE THE CHAMPION. Elke: Thank you very much, Glamour Fights. It wasn’t easy and I believe me when I say that there were several who would have been worthy champions, not only Ann-Margret. So I consider it a great honor and a real accomplishment to have won. My congratulations to Ann-Margret for being a most worthy opponent. Ann-Margret did win one battle against me bit O wpm the war/ And-Margret: Rules are rules so Elke must be declared the champion. I would want it that way had I finished ahead of her. I can take some solace in knowing I beat her when I fought her. I will remind her of that anytime she gets high and mighty. Elke: If that isn’t the most condescending, sour grapes concession speech I have ever heard. You were just lucky that is all but I proved the better woman for the entire tournament. And-Margret: Me, lucky? Seems to me you were the lucky one. You were given the much better schedule so you could beat the tougher opponents better than I did. Either that or you paid them off to take a dive.   Elke: Your memory is as good as your fighting, not very good in case you are too stupid to know what I mean. I suppose Edy Williams was a tough opponent? Go back and look at who we faced. The deck was stacked against me when I met you. Just go back and review who we fought the last ten matches or so before we met. And even then you barely won, trapping me in a lucky move when I stumbled. And-Margret: You didn’t stumble, honey, I knocked yo on your skinny ass and you now it. Blondes have a reason for being thought of as simpleton and you are one reason why. Is simpleton too big a word for you? As for Edy, you know you had someone distract me so she could blind side me. I never cleared my head after that. At least I never had others interfere in your fights. Elke: Are you calling me a cheater? And-Margret: You do understand English don’t you? And what about all those rumors about you spreading your legs to gain advantages from the organizers? Elke: Honey, if I had spread my legs like you did I would have won by even more. I hear they got the idea of casting you in “Sate Fair” and “The Pleasure Seekers” because your twat was like a carousel with a lot of shafts rotating in and out. And-Margret: You/re just jealous because I am so much sexier and much more desirable than you Those were all rumors and not worthy to be repeated by a slut like you.. Elke: Sexier and more desirable than me? Make up your mind, sweetie. First you say I slept my way to the championship and then you say I’m not very sexy or desirable. Make up your mind, honey. And-Margret: Bimbo, both are true. Why even an ugly over-the-hill whore can turn tricks. Come to think of it that describes you to a tee. Elke: Me over-the-hill? You are already getting fat. I see a few ugly wrinkles around your eyes and mouth. And am I wrong or is that cellulite on your thighs you are covering up? No to mention to dropping boobs. And-Margret: The bitch doeth protest too much. Your jealous is showing through. Every part of my body is sexier than yours. From the top of your over bleached, stringy hair to your crocked ugly toes Ugly face, no boobs, sunken chest, skinny but pot bellied stomach, skinny ass, gnarly weak legs Elke: Jealous of you? With your split ends, your prunish face, your over sized sagging boobs, your thick waist, boyish hips fat drooping ass, and your chubby legs already going to fat. My legs are much sexier and stronger than your thunder thighs. And so are my arms stronger., And-Margret: Seems to me I proved myself stronger in our fight. Elke: You would get your fat assed kicked now that we are both in good shape and you know  it.. And-Margret: My you and whose army? A skinny wimp like you has no chance against a woman with a womanly body like me. You are too stupid, too weak, and too skinny to beat my. Elke and Ann-Margret got right in each other’s face. Suddenly a double slap rang out as each stung the other’s cheek. Each turned so they were standing side by side. Both swung their hips hard at the other. I must say both have the ability to really move their hips back and forth. They bounced off one another and both stumbled away from each other. They turned to face each others. Their claws cam up and they moved towards each other obviously intending to tear out the other’s hair. I step in between them. (I’m not very bright at times.) GF: Now ladies, take this outside. You’ll wreck my office. Both Ann-Margret and Elke grabbed one of my arms at the same time. They propelled me towards the open door. They flung mo out  and not so gently I might add. Then they slammed the door shut and I hear the locks being turned. After that it sounded like a cyclone was tearing up my office. Soon the sounds emanating from the office were those of  sounds of vases and lamps being smashed, chairs and coffee tables being turned over,  wooden chairs sounding like they were being broken apart (perhaps over someone’s head?),holes being knocked into walls, material ripping, bare skin being slapped, shrieks of pain, sinister cries of triumph, grunts from straining, involuntarily gasps accompanied with thuds to the stomach or some body part, thumps form kicks, fists, or who knows what. Not to mention the cursing, threats of violence, invectives, and other not very lady like phrases being hurled. Perhaps I should have called the police but I thought it better to wait and see who walked out or if either would walk out. So what do you think happened?

[Glamour Fights]

Here are some more comparison pictures of these two gorgeous, sexy, tough fighters. Let the hair fly.

[Mindcastle]

You're killing me with those pictures. Decisions! Decisions! Decisions!

[Vassago]

Ann-Margaret wins after after a long and hard battle! Glamour Fights' office will never be the same again after these two tear both it and themselves apart 

[Glamour Fights]

You're killing me with those pictures. Decisions! Decisions! Decisions!

From the sounds emanating from my office it seems like you aren't the only one being killed.

  One more time I vote Ann. But Elke looks so tough. Amazing photos and we are waiting for the real champion.

http://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php/topic,10717.0.html It's a good thing Elke had a copy of  her dress as I doubt if there will be anything left but tatters and shreds after Ann-Margret gets done ripping it to pieces.

I'd LOVE to kiss both from their pretty heads to their sexy toes. 

Just be gentle with the battered and sore parts.

Ann-Margaret wins after after a long and hard battle! Glamour Fights' office will never be the same again after these two tear both it and themselves apart 

It was time for a new office anyway. I just hope there is a piece of furniture or two I can salvage. Doesn't sound like it..

[Glamour Fights]

Great pictures Glamourfights, will certainly make voting hard. I haven't voted as yet. I'm inclined to favour Elke. I sawa film during the week "Murderers Row", which starred Dean Martin and Ann-Margaret, one of the Matt Helm series. I was hoping for a catfight between Ann-Margaret and the blonde villianess, but alas it did not happen.Mind you it did give me a chance to assess Ann, she certainly was a good dancer, and very flexible,and looked very fit all of which would help in a catfight. I'll vote in a day or so. S.

NB: in the 60's tournament it was correct that according to the rules Elke was the winner. Still there is nothing wrong with having a grudge match now that the tournament has concluded, and it give Elke another crack at defeating Ann. Though the rule in life is there is often one who is better, or one who you cannot defeat, even though you can beat everyone else ! Look at Tennis, how  Federer struggles to defeat Nadel !

Thanks, Simon1. In your example it is also true that Nadel almost beats almost everyone else. I am sure we all know of cases for individuals or teams where one beats everyone else and another loses to almost everyone else but the big  loser consistently beats the big winner. Who knows why this happens. Maybe the strong team has weaknesses that fall prey to the strengths of the team or person they should beat.

[JT Edson]

Wow, what a match up. This would be one hell of a fight! After a long hard anything goes battle, I would give an exhausated Ann-Margret the win.

JT

[Mindcastle]

I have finally figured this out. Elke and Ann-Margret are really not fighting.  After all, they have been in GF's office for some time and, by now, I am sure that one of them would have cracked a vase over the other's head and ended this donneybrook. 

My theory is that they are faking the fight on purpose to cover the fact that they are destroying GF's office as a form of pay-back.  As many of you know, GF would customarily invite the participants to his office to sign contracts, agree rules and conduct the pre-fight weigh-in. Knowing full well that it is almost impossible to have two beautiful alpha females in the same room without them clashing, GF sometimes provokes the ladies by letting them alone in the outer office to size each other up and exchange words. Even GF admitted to this fact when he published a picture of Elke and Senta sitting together outside of his office before their big fight.

These 'business' meetings have erupted into the ladies engaging each other on more than one occasion giving GF his very own private show. It was reported that GF provoked Senta Berger and Raquel Welch in such a meeting where he, together with Barbosa, extended the weigh-in to include taking the women's bust measurements. The results of that session had the two beauties battle it out in the manner most appropriate for two well proportioned women. By the time they left GF's office they were livid and would have ripped each other's heads off if they could. Gf later rationalized his action by explaining that he likes to get the women psyched up before the fight so that they give their all. In this case, he was extremely concerned that Senta was depressed and fretting after being humbled by Sybil Danning. He knew that going tit to tit with Raquel would get her competitive juices flowing again. GF could not accept having one of his personal favorites (Senta)being humiliated by the American Diva.

All I can say to GF at this point is "Get those two beauties out on the grass and let's see them go at it for real. If, in fact, they are really fighting in your office, the least you can do is review the videos from your six hidden cameras and tell us what happened. This is too good to miss.

[CrashCorrigan]

I had to go with the lady who was the #1 sex symbol of my youth, and still in the all-time top ten . . . Elke!

[Glamour Fights]

My my, Mindcastle, you do mix up your facts and live in a fantasy world at time. No matter, so do I. To set the record straight:

The photograph of Senta and Elke sitting in front of my office was an unauthorized photograph taken by Barbosa. Why he should be off photographing these two instead of his heartthrob Raquel is a mystery to me. The photograph was taken before the Raquel and Senta fight, not the Elke and Senta fight.

I do provoke the ladies before their fights, often long before their fights. This is a public service I do so the best and most intense fights take place. I am even doing that for Vassago in his tournament as he is too nice to take the liberties I do in stirring things up. I predict there are some fights coming up in those tournaments that will surpass any fight in the 50s and 60s because of the groundwork I am laying down.

Yes I make bust measurements as well as height, weight, waist, and hips. I even do flexed bicep and flexed thighs as I am a leg and arm man. But I don’t publish the later measurements. I do this because weights and body sizes fluxuate daily. Also the statistics published by the agents, the women themselves, and other sources are notoriously inaccurate. I note these measurements most all be made in the nude for the greatest accuracy. (I can assure Bunduki that both Elke and Ann-Margret have nice firm abs and am not sure which would better survive a belly punching contest.)

As far as ordering Ann-Margret and Elke out onto the grass, you don’t order either of these strong willed women to do anything they don’t want. Besides, I am not stupid enough to go back in and get between these two women at this stage of the fight.

I am always amused as to who people think my favorites are. Do I have favorites? Of course I do. Even right now I have gone into my “safe room” where I am watching a bank of monitors from my security cameras along with a couple of my favorites. I think a little champagne sets the mood and who knows, may even lessen the inhibitions of the two watching the fight with me. I can feel the tension mounting between them. I like Ann-Margret and Elke a lot but neither are my favorite.

As far as revealing what is happening with the fight I just may do that. An apology from you for your transgressions in assailing my character might help. “DAMMIT! Through with better aim. There goes one of my cameras” “OH NO! Don’t hit her with that golf club!” “That’s better, now they both have golf clubs. Which one will be the better ‘fencer’?”

Barbosa, you are correct in that my office could be totally destroyed. That is why I have locked myself in my “safe room”. I hope my insurance will cover the damage.

[Mindcastle]

Elke may be able to throw a vase better than Ann or fence with a golf club better; but, I believe that she is afraid to meet Ann, face to face, and engage her "Amazon style" with no weapons.  Ann (aka: Slugger) can certainly throw a punch better than Elke and she has alot more wrestling experience. I also believe that Ann's legs are stronger and the pictures prove it.  I think that Ann-Margret would ride Elke's to ground and submit her with a gravevine.

GF, I hope you are happy watching your office get destroyed while observing them on your video monitors from the safety of your safe room.  I sure hope that you tell us what is going on. Just can't image who your two guest may be but they sure look an awful lot like Kim Novak and Ursula Andress. What are you up to, my man?  Be nice; share the wealth; let us join you. 

[Glamour Fights]

Elke may be able to throw a vase better than Ann or fence with a golf club better; but, I believe that she is afraid to meet Ann, face to face, and engage her "Amazon style" with no weapons.  Ann (aka: Slugger) can certainly throw a punch better than Elke and she has alot more wrestling experience. I also believe that Ann's legs are stronger and the pictures prove it.  I think that Ann-Margret would ride Elke's to ground and submit her with a gravevine.

see below for what has happened so far. Are you implying that Ann-Margret will kill Elke with a "gravevine"? OK, so now I am fair game for my typos and I am sure I have plenty.

 

GF, I hope you are happy watching your office get destroyed while observing them on your video monitors from the safety of your safe room.  I sure hope that you tell us what is going on. Just can't image who your two guest may be but they sure look an awful lot like Kim Novak and Ursula Andress. What are you up to, my man?  Be nice; share the wealth; let us join you.

I cannot reveal who are my partners in crime in the safe room. Studios and agents are careful about who their sex symbols are seen with and an old reprobate like me is not on their 'approved' list.

And now what I have seen so far:
     Elke and Ann-Margret tossed me hard out of the office, one ahold of each arm. I did a face plant. I think they were in a hurry to get at one another. I got up, dusted myself off and rushed to my safe room. It took awhile so I didn't see what happened right at the start.  I only heard lots of noises and yelling at each other. When I finally got to the monitors I saw that they had knocked over my bag of golf clubs – I like to practice my putting in the office. Ann-Margret grabbed the putter which was closer to her. She almost clobbered Elke as Elke was searching for a club. Elke was smarter and grab bed a two iron. Yeah, I still carry one of those. Elke had one advantage in that the two iron was longer than the putter and had a sharper edge. AM had the advantage in that she could swing the putter more quickly. They thrust and parried. Elke reached beyond AM’s reach and jabbed her in the stomach. Elke then wound up to deliver what probably would have been a skull cracking blow. Fortunately for AM she was able to block Elke’s swing and knock the club out of her hand. Elke grabbed the putter and the two women fought for it. The club went flying to the side.
      AM and Elke backed up until they were on opposite sides of the room. . Both ended up next to some vase on end tables near them and a bookcase behind each. Both Ann-Margret and Elke picked up the closest vase and hurled it at the other. As usual when someone tries to throw especially hard they true too high and threw the vases over their heads. The vases smashed apart as they crashed into the books. Both picked up a second vase. This time it was cleared than Ann-Margret had the better arm or at least the better technique. Perhaps she played baseball or softball growing up. She threw off the back foot and put some weight into it. Pardon a sexiest comment but Elke threw like a girl, throwing off the wrong foot and not getting much into the throw even though she had a strong arm.   That may be a sexiest phrase but it was  popular at the time because most girls never learned how to throw proficiently. Both were still a little high but Ann-Margret came closer forcing Elke to duck. This allowed Ann-Margret to grab a hard cover book first and fling it at Elke. She hit Elke on the side of the head as Elke was standing back up. The blow must have hurt as Elke screamed and fell back against the book case. She turned and grabbed a book and threw it. Ann-Margret who easily deflected Elke’s weaker toss.
     Several books were thrown back and forth with Elke taking more punishment. Elke was forced to turn defensive, raising her arms to protect her face and head while also trying to doge Ann-Margret’s harder throws. She took a few hits on the chest and stomach as Ann-Margret lowered her aim below Elke’s raised arms. As AM turned to grab another book Elke saw her chance. She rushed at AM as AM turned back to throw. She drove her shoulder into AM’s body and slammed her against the bookcase. Glad I had added audio to my cameras as you could hear the air expel from AM’s lungs. AM was not a helpless victim. As she slumped over Elke’s back she smashed her book into Elke’s back. The bottom corner of the book hit Elke in the small of her back and you could hear Elke’s groan and gasp of air.
     AM slumped over Elke and Elke straightened her legs to lift AM on her shoulders. She wrapped her arms around AM’s gorgeous legs to hold her on her shoulders. She carried AM, or perhaps more accurately stumbled with AM, and slammed her hard down on a large, overstuffed couch. (No, Mindcastle, it is not my casting couch.)  Elke climbed on top of AM pinning her under her. She grabbed AM’s hair and began whipped her head back and forth. AM countered by reaching up and grabbing Elke’s hair. Elke had all her hair piled on top of her head at first while AM’s was loose around her face. So Elke had the advantage in hair pulling to begin with. Eventually AM got Elke’s hair out of her bun and, LO AND BEHOD, Elke had two pigtails tied up in that bun.
     AM grabbed each pig tail. She managed to brace a leg on the side of the couch at the same time and rolled them over off the couch. Elke and AM continued to roll on the floor as they tried to get and stay on top of the other. Both fighters had too strong legs and were able to use them to roll the other off her. Still holding onto each other’s hair they managed to stand up together. Not the hair pulling began in earnest. Elke had two big strands of Ann-Margret’s thick hair and Ann-Margret had ahold of each pig tail. Every once in awhile thy would extract a hand and twiddle their fingers to get rid of the hair caught between their fingers. Kicks and knees were delivered with varying effectiveness at the same time. The two fighters twisted each other from side to side. They spun and stumbled around the room trying to fling the other down. End tables with lamps on them, a coffee table, and some smaller chairs were turned over in the struggle.
      At the moment they are moving closer and closer to my huge desk. They are spinning around and around as they approach the desk. It is clear each intends to bend the other over and onto the desk. Shrieks and grunts are heard as each lets go of the other’s hair with one hand to either slap or punch the other. I love the split in their dresses as lots of leg is exposed as they try and wrap a leg around the other’s leg to trip her up. I am really enjoying the fight.
     My cohorts are not so kind. “You call that fighting? They look like two little schoolgirls tussling on a play ground. Neither one would stand a chance against either one of us. Hell, maybe even both together would get their asses kicked.”

[Glamour Fights]

On a side note, do you think that Raquel Welch will be jealous when she sees Barbosa kissing Charlize Theron’s ass-et?

[Mindcastle]

No. Just the opposite. Raquel is tired of Barbosa kissing her ass for so many years.  By now, she is more than willing to share the wealth with Charlize. I would venture to say that Barbosa is often found in that bent over position because he has difficulty straighting up when he is around beautiful women. Naturally, he takes advantage of the situation whenever he can.  He is such a horndog! By the time he turns 45, he will be a permanent hunch-back.  Let's all say a prayer that Barbosa does not lose his head, literally and figuratively, when he finally gets the opportunity to kiss Carlize's blue-ribbon ass.

Back to the story line, it would appear that Elke, now leading the vote, has Ann-Margret backed up to GF's king-sized antique mahagony desk and is attempting to power her down for a pin. It is an out and out power struggle as both fit hellcats struggle against each other. Elke's two inch height advantage, thick body, and extra pounds appears to give her the slight advantage.

If she succeeds , it could be the end for Ann-Margret. Lucky that big old mahogany desk is sturdy because it going to see a lot of action before the night is over.  Let's hope these women do not destroy it because it is a genuine collectors item. By GF's count, over 65 firm young bodies have graced its shiney surface. All the women have autographed the inside surface of the desk. Sophie Loren, Claudia Cardinale, Kim Novak, Ursula Andress, Sybil Danning, Xavier Hollander, Annette Funicello, etc., etc. Catfighters such as Mitzi Gaynor have been on top of that desk multiple times - so many times, in fact, that Mitzi has seven notches next to her name.

Ann-Margret had threatened before the fight that she was going to give Elke a good spanking because Elke acted so childish over a Championoship match. . Well, it the tide does not turn soon, it would appear that Ann will lose the opportunity to get Elke bent over that good old 'casting' desk. That would have been a beautiful sight and, of course, Barbosa would be on the spot to kiss Elke's crimson ass.

So, members, if you want to see Elke get a good spanking and then see Barbosa kiss her crimson red arse, please vote for Ann-Margret.

Barbosa - aren't you sorry that you voted for Elke now?

In response to GF, a 'gravevine' is a 'killer grapevine'. It is one that is applied with such force that the recipient faints from the sheer pain. It is one of Ann-Margret's specialities. In the same vain, a breast smother is called a 'Peach Press'.

[Glamour Fights]

More of the Fight:
     I watch as Elke forces Ann-Margret back up against the desk. I knew AM’s legs were strong but I am surprised to see the muscular definition in Elke’s one exposed thigh and calf as she strains to push AM onto the desk. “Hmmm, Elke must have played a lot of football (soccer to you Yanks) when she was growing up. Could her legs actually be stronger than Ann-Margret’s? Have to design a contest to prove which is stronger.” I muse to myself. “Oh, Rocky, er I mean Ms Y, would you like another martini?” “Yes, with gin please, none of the vodka crap. That’s not a martini but a sissy James bond drink. But then sissy Ursula probably drinks those fruited vodka so called martinis. Disgusting like she is!”
     Elke bends AM over backward onto the desk. She holds her by the hair and looks around the desk. “Well look at that, how many notches you have, my dear. And people accuse me of trying to get Glamour Fights on my side. That worn spot over there seems to match your ass pretty well.” AM responds, “You can’t see all your notches ‘cause I am sitting on them.” Elke, “Your ass is big enough to cover a lot of marks, that’s for sure. I’m gonna spin you on your pudgy stomach, rip your hem apart and spank that big ass bright red.” AM, “Oh no you’re not.”
     As Elke bends AM over the desk onto her back AM’s shorter dress rides all the way up exposing both thighs. I almost can’t control myself at the sight of those two stunning thighs. She lifts them as only a dancer can and clamps them around Elke’s sides. Elke uses AM’s hair to pull her up off the desk. AM grabs Elke’s hair at the same time to hold herself up in a guard position. Elke tries to slam AM’s back on the desk but AM’s hold lessens the force. AM flexes her thigh muscles and really begins to really squeeze. Elke slaps her face but Ann-Margret keeps applying the pressure. Elke has gone from being the aggressor to being trapped. Her sides are being crushed and she can hardly breathe.
     Elke picks Ann-Margret up again as AM also holds onto her hair as before. This time she swings AM around clear of the desk. She starts to stumble around carrying AM as AM still has her legs fastened securely around her waist. Elke cannot hold up AM for too long as she is getting heavy. Elke slams AM down hard on the carpeted floor. Ann-Margret’s back hits hard. The wind is knocked out of her and her legs separate. Elke quickly rolls out from between them to get away from those deadly legs.
      Both women get to their feet. Ann-Margret puts her fists up in a boxing stance. “Come on, let’s duke it out if you got the guts, you phony bitch.” Elke, “So you think you can out punch me, do you?” AM, “Of course I can. They don’t call me slugger for nothin’. I’ll bet you hit like a girl just as you throw like a girl.” Elke didn’t respond verbally. While AM was mouthing off Elke closed her fist and swung a right cross before AM was ready. She catches AM on the cheek with the sucker punch. She follows that punch immediately with a left hand to AM’s stomach and another right to her left tit. “How’s that for a girlie punch” Elke snickers.
      AM stumbles backward a bit dazed and winded from the unexpected blows. Elke laughs, “I though you said you were called slugger? You look like more of a sluggee to me.” AM stumbles back against the door. She needs time to recoup, Then she will knock Elke silly. “Oops can’t do that, she is already silly” thinks AM to herself. AM unlocks the door and goes out.
     “Hey, come back here you coward. I’m not finished punching you out!” Elke runs to the door it in pursuit of AM. Elke falls right into Ann-Margret’s trap. AM has moved to the side of the door. As Elke comes running out Ann-Margret sticks out her lovely leg and trips Elke. Elke stumbles down the steps, her upper body moving faster than her legs can carry her. She does a face plant similar to mine only I was flying through the air. Ann-Margret is right behind Elke. She jumps on Elke’s back before Elke can roll over and get up. Now the two are rolling back and forth. Ann-Margret is on Elke’s back and Elke is trying to get out as they roll over and over. Both sets of legs come completely out of the split skirts. Ann-Margret has her arms wrapped around Elke at chest level from behind. “If you had any tits at all I could squeeze them flat. Can’t squeeze what already is flat” AM makes fun of Elke’s much smaller tits. Fortunately for Elke her arms are outside of Ann-Margret’s. She starts throwing hard elbows at Ann-Margret as they roll back and forth  Elke's legs kicking wildly in the air as Ann-Margret tries to wrap her legs around Elke's to trap them ……..