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Date: Fri, 5 May 1995 05:56:34 UTC
Subject: Anal secrets - review
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I picked this one up because it promised both anal and Kitty Young. I like
watching the former, and hadn't had a chance to see the latter, so I was
interested. The plot is about Kitty having the hots for Lana Sands, and what
she has to do to get her. Don't bother with the plot. All scenes are anal, and
all end in facials. Not bad!
Scene 1: Debi Diamond and Mark Wallace. They start on a spiral staircase.
She blows him, and when they start screwing, its in a reverse cowgirl type
position, with her suspended by her heels on the stair rails. Unfortunately,
she slips and falls on him. Ouch! Anal in doggy position, followed by facial.
Scene 2: Marilyn Martin and Alex Sanders. Fairly standard fuck and suck,
followed by doggy anal and facial.
Scene 3: Lana Sands and Peter North. Kitty watches this, with a little bit of
kissing and groping. Typical suck and fuck. The anal is unusual because
it doesn't appear to be just a fuck into a different hole. North seems to have
to go a little slow for her (or him). Eventually, he pounds some, and ends
up in a good facial.
Scene 4: Lana Sands and Kitty Young. Some in a bed, some in a bath. I'm not
much into g/g.
Scene 5: Kitty Young with Peter North and Mark Wallace, Lana fluffing. The
guys are in a pool, watching the two girls, and then join them. They start out
paired off, but eventually the action focuses on Kitty. First there's double
ended fuck and suck, which is pretty hot. Kitty Young is a very enthusiastic
BJer, with a lot of head twisting and hand action, kind of like Buffy Davis.
Eventually, she straddles Mark Wallace. There's a side view, before Peter
North joins for the DP, where she is fucking Wallace in an incredibly erotic
sinuous motion. She's got a dynamite body, and this scene, although less
explicit, was among the hottest in the video IMHO. Peter North plows her ass for
a good DP, ending in a Mark Wallace facial, but Peter North cumming on her tits.
Overall, a good video. Lots of hot sex, lots of facials (No ass-to-mouth).
Not enough Kitty Young. Too much cum-bubble blowing.
Worth a rental.
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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."