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Subject: Review: Backpackers
Date: 15 Apr 1995 07:17:19 -0500
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Backpackers. Directed by Eric Edwards. 1990. From Intertropics. Cheesi
Moore, Krisstara Knight, Brittany, Rene Sumers, Gidgette, Tom Byron,
Cal Jammer, Don Fernando.
After seeming _Pussy woman 2_, I wanted to see more of Brittany. Peter
van Aarle recommend this as having a good scene with her. I was
hesitant at renting this, expecting to fast forward through most of the
film for the sake of one scene. It was pleasantly surprise - it was a
good vid. The story is Cheesi, Kristarra and Gidgette are going
camping overnight in the woods. Before she leaves, Kristarra fucks Don
fireside. Ho hum. When they get out in the wilds (of someone's
backyard) the girls share their fantasies.
Gidgette imagines get oil rubbed on her and more by Cal. She's got a
lot of 'young girl' appeal and it's hard to beleive she's at least
eighteen. Well she is, and she's really cute. Standard rotation of
positions here.
Kristarra imagines running out of gas in the middle of nowhere with
Gidgette. The two find Tom Byron sleeping(a big stretch for him :-) in
a graveyard(morbid!) and wake him up by giving him head. The three do
it on top of a grace of some guy who likes to 'hear' Actually, Tom
does Kristarra while she eats Gidgette. Gidgette doesn't have much to
do with Tom beyond the initial blowjob.
The next scene was the whole reason I rented this tape in the first
place, and I'm glad I did. Tom walks in on Brittany masturbating in
the tub (utlizing running water from the spout). Well obviously the
two get it on, involving some underwater action (which from person
experience I can say feels really weird), some anal (no penetration
shot) and a facial. Brittany is so lovely - great eyes, voluptuous
figure and real breasts (big, going with her figure). I watched this
scene a second time I liked it some much, which is something I don't
normally do. That's how much I like Brittany currently.
Cheesi takes on Tom, Cal + Don, succeeding in a triple penetration.
The action isn't that good- no simultaneous in out and I don't really
care for Ms. Moore. Simultaneously, Rene, Kristarra and Gidgette lez
it up. Gidgette doesn't do much here-she gets things done to her.
Oh gee...there's three girls in the woods that are all horny from
telling each other their fantasies....hmmmm. Obviously, a threeway
ensues. Again, Gidgette doesn't take a very active role in what goes
on.
As I said, I was pleasantly surprised with this tape. I wasn't
familiar with most of the female performers and fortunatley there were
identifying clips at the end(worth some points in my book) with
outtakes. In Brittany's clip, she stubs her toe on the spout (OUCH!)
I'd gladdly kiss her toes if it'd help the pain :-) The videography is
decent, no looping (that put Bud Lamer in my permanent rental KILL
file). I liked Kristarra - she's got that kitten appeal similar to Shane
Tyler. Gidgette was really cute too. (almost?) all real breasts here too!
Did I mention I how much I like Brittany? :-) How about voluptuous
women? :-)
A decent rental - much better than expected.
169 “I can arrange all that.” Such Apaches as had not gone back on the war-path returned to the States with the troops; but there were five months more of the outrages of Geronimo and his kind. Then in the summer of the year another man, more fortunate and better fitted to deal with it all, perhaps,—with the tangle of lies and deceptions, cross purposes and trickery,—succeeded where Crook had failed and had been relieved of a task that was beyond him. Geronimo was captured, and was hurried off to a Florida prison with his band, as far as they well could be from the reservation they had refused to accept. And with them were sent other Indians, who had been the friends and helpers of the government for years, and who had run great risks to help or to obtain peace. But the memory and gratitude of governments is become a proverb. The southwest settled down to enjoy its safety. The troops rested upon the laurels they had won, the superseded general went on with his work in another field far away to the north. The new general, the saviour of the land, was heaped[Pg 305] with honor and praise, and the path of civilization was laid clear. Parliament met on the 10th of January, 1765. The resentment of the Americans had reached the ears of the Ministry and the king, yet both continued determined to proceed. In the interviews which Franklin and the other agents had with the Ministers, Grenville begged them to point to any other tax that would be more agreeable to the colonists than the stamp-duty; but they without any real legal grounds drew the line between levying custom and imposing an inland tax. Grenville paid no attention to these representations. Fifty-five resolutions, prepared by a committee of ways and means, were laid by him on the table of the House of Commons at an early day of the Session, imposing on America nearly the same stamp-duties as were already in practical operation in England. These resolutions being adopted, were embodied in a bill; and when it was introduced to the House, it was received with an apathy which betrayed on all hands the profoundest ignorance of its importance. Burke, who was a spectator of the debates in both Houses, in a speech some years afterwards, stated that he never heard a more languid debate than that in the Commons. Only two or three persons spoke against the measure and that with great composure. There was but one division in the whole progress of the Bill, and the minority did not reach to more than thirty-nine or forty. In the Lords, he said, there was, to the best of his recollection, neither division nor debate! His cheek paled for an instant as the thought obtruded that the man might resist and he have to really shoot him. "Good, the old man's goin' to take the grub out to 'em himself," thought the Deacon with relief. "He'll be easy to manage. No need o' shootin' him." "Them that we shot?" said Shorty carelessly, feeling around for his tobacco to refill his pipe. "Nothin'. I guess we've done enough for 'em already." John Dodd, twenty-seven years old, master, part of the third generation, arranged his chair carefully so that it faced the door of the Commons Room, letting the light from the great window illumine the back of his head. He clasped his hands in his lap in a single, nervous gesture, never noticing that the light gave him a faint saintlike halo about his feathery hair. His companion took another chair, set it at right angles to Dodd's and gave it long and thoughtful consideration, as if the act of sitting down were something new and untried. "Besides," Norma said desperately, "they're only rumors—" "Oh, I've found a way of gitting shut of them rootses—thought of it while I wur working at the trees. I'm going to blast 'em out." During the next ten years the farm went forward by strides. Reuben bought seven more acres of Boarzell in '59, and fourteen in '60. He also bought a horse-rake, and threshed by machinery. He was now a topic in every public-house from Northiam to Rye. His success and the scant trouble he took to conciliate those about him had made him disliked. Unprosperous farmers[Pg 124] spoke windily of "spoiling his liddle game." Ditch and Ginner even suggested to Vennal that they should club together and buy thirty acres or so of the Moor themselves, just to spite him. However, money was too precious to throw away even on such an object, especially as everyone felt sure that Backfield would sooner or later "bust himself" in his dealings with Boarzell. "Let's go home," she said faintly—"it's getting late."