These reviews were written by a man who loves black women; hopefully these films will add to one's enjoyment of women in general. They do for me, anyway. My Baby Got Back # 7 At first I didn't like this tape. I thought the previous 3 MBGB films were fantastic, and this being different (directed by Mr. Marcus) I was less impressed by it. Also they managed to make one of these without Janet Jacme in it, and I'm a big fan of hers. However, I've come to see this for what it is - a very good, exciting porno tape. The plot involves Mr. Marcus as a clubowner who is trying to convince his lady to have some three-way sex. Some of the film takes place in a club. I don't really remember the plot. But anyway, here's a rundown on the sex. After examining 6 or 7 bent-over asses of girls putting on make-up in the dressing room, Marcus chooses one to deliver his pitch to about how he can help her win that night's contest. He picks Lana Sands (I would too). She's looking different - Lana's getting a little older to be frank and her body has different definition to it. But I love it this way too! Lana is sexy as hell. This woman puts the 'S' in sultry. She's wearing an interesting black outfit that frames her sexy self quite well. She sticks her big ass out (it's still big, curvy, and perhaps the 8th wonder of the world) and Marcus eats her. She sucks on his tool and then they move to some fucking, in a variety of positions. The camera work is a bit different and we get to see Lana's sexy big ass and beautiful face in a veriety of positions, including some "looking down from the ceiling" shots. Marcus gets his thick rod up her ass and proceeds to hump her sweet buns. He screws her tushie while she's bent over the bathtub, eventually coming on her mouth. Another good Lana Sands scene, one of my favorites of hers, and that's saying something. Next Tabitha seduces Jake Steed. This is the scene that got me into Tabitha. She works him slowly and sensually. Tabitha understands sex and gives it to her partner as slowly and sweetly as anyone could want. Lots of sweet buildup that if you focus on it and relax you can almost taste. She gives him some good head and then disrobes, showing that cute little body of hers, and gets on top of him. After riding his big prong for a while and showing us her sweet round butt, they flip over and we get some nice shots of Tabitha's pretty, sweet, innocent-looking face. Just cause Tabitha's good at all this doesn't mean she can't take a huge one up her poop orifice - Jake gets in from underneath and fills her rectally, nice and slow. He's big and she opens up to accomodate him. He comes nicely into her open mouth - a great climax at the end of a great scene. Very sensual. Tabitha gives one of the best performances of this whole amazing porn series. She and Jake are lovers off-camera too, I think, and they managed to get something very real and strong on camera. It's the next best thing to being there. I am now a committed fan of Tabitha. Next we go to the club, where Lana, Tabitha, and Yasmine all strut their stuff for a while, each looking very hot. Eventually this turns into a pussy-munching fest for a little while. It's very well-lit and well-shot, and they all look hotter than hell. Byron Long manages to seduce a woman, I guess this is Obsession, from the club. She's a very thin little black chick - you can see her rib cage when she takes her shirt off. She's kind of cute. They each eat each other, and then she rides him for a while, showing the camera her nice tightly-formed ass. Next he goes in doggie-style, sliding his huge prick in and out of her wet hairy pussy. The inevitable cum-load goes onto her face. This is pretty good sex. Now Marcus is out driving with "Luscious" (I think), a very light skinned black woman with an interesting look. She eats him nicely while they're in the car. He eats her back, too. She's a rather thin, small chick (cute, though) and Marcus of course has a huge cock, so this is a bit like the last scene - he does her missionary and then doggie style, slipping it in between her fat round little buns. After some kissing and some humping, she lets Marcus put it into the shit hole, despite the fact that she may never poop the same size after this. He slowly and steadily humps that light little ass. The cum shot is a good facial, done in the car in broad daylight. A good scene. The ever lovely Yasmine turns up next. After some sweet talk and some removal of her cute black bra, she gives some nice slow head to Marc Anthony. She gets up, revealing her long legs and hot slender figure, and then gets on top of him for a ride. Yasmine's pretty hot, even if she does always ham it up for the camera just a bit. This is another nice slow sensual scene. They move on after a while to some missionary pounding, and then - wow - she lets him puncture her ass with that huge thing. She's got a really nice ass and it's good to see him in there for a little while. He cums on and in her mouth. Next a chick named Rosie gives Marcus a back rub, makes out with him, sucks him (or tries to, a little), gets on top of his dick, takes it from all positions, and takes him cum on her face. Rosie didn't do much for me. It's hard to peg what race she is, I think she might be Hawaian of Filipino or something, or maybe Asian, to some extent. I don't know why in the world I didn't like this at first. True, maybe some of the camera work's not what I would like (I hate that "big dick slamming up a pussy right in your face" shot) but basically this has 5 very hot women of color, who all look a bit different from each other and all turn in good sexual performnaces, especially Lana and Tabitha of course. And some of it's shot quite well. It's a very good tape, and I rate it as a 9.5.
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." HoME干别人老婆嗯啊小说 ENTER NUMBET 0017