DREAM LOVER
director: Robert McCallum, 1990. Western Visuals.
cast: Alice Springs, Flame, Domonique Simone, Fallon, Sean Michaels,
Biff Malibu, Tom Chapman, T.T. Boy
sex scenes:
1. Flame + Sean Michaels / Alice Springs + Biff Malibu.
2. Domonique Simone + Tom Chapman.
3. Alice Springs + T.T. Boy.
4. Alice Springs + Biff Malibu.
5. Alice Springs + Fallon.
6. Alice Springs + T.T. Boy.
7. Alice Springs + Sean Michaels.
Alice works in a bank and Sean is a security officer in the head
office, I assume, watching the security monitor and keeping an eye on things.
Flame (the daughter of the man who owns the bank) suddenly wanders into the
room and notices Sean's hard-on from looking at Alice, but since Alice
isn't there, Flame decides to handle things her own way by grabbing Sean
and bringing him over to a couch. Meanwhile at the bank, con-man Biff walks
in and sweet talks Alice into sneaking him behind the counter where he
discreetly steals the money when she isn't looking. He sweet talks some more
and they end up fucking behind the counter. We switch back and forth between
the two couples. Flame handles Sean with ease and even takes him in the
backdoor as she squeals her way to a sweaty climax. Biff fingers Alice and
eats her out to an orgasm that has her bucking around in a frenzy.
After both couples are finished, Biff is long gone with the bank's
fortune and Alice is thrown in the slammer for being under suspicion that she
helped him do his dirty deed. Sean, in uniform (now a jail guard), talks to
Alice, who says she didn't know anything about Biff's antics. He gives
her some food to eat, then she goes to sleep. Hours later, she awakens
to find Tom Chapman, another guard, going into a cell that has a pacing
Domonique Simone in it, and she begs for him to set her free and under one
condition, they fuck. Pre-boob job Domonique (that's before she had any
implant work done) works over Tom and they end up 69'ing before she cowgirls
him in a hot scene that has you wondering why nobody else is awakened/aware
of all the screaming. Anyhow, Tom pops his load then sets her free,
Domonique promising to get him a better job.
The next four scenes take place in Alice's mind. As she sleeps, she
dreams first about T.T. boy (which is actually a scene from another Western
Visuals production; "The Two Janes"). A very hot 'n sweaty scene with Alice
sucking and fucking T.T. in wild abandon. He shoots his load, giving her a
mild facial. Alice dreams about Biff again and we see extra footage not
shown from her first scene with him at the bank. They do it doggie style
and he cums on her ass. Next up, Alice dreams about a g/g scene with Fallon
(again, another clip from "The Two Janes") that has both girls writhing and
panting, as they try to make eachother cum. First Fallon goes wild finger
frigging Alice, then Alice returns the favor in a 69 position and makes
Fallon squirt a little something (Fallon's best squirt scene would have to
be the close-up shot in "Deep Throat 4"). Anyhow, they scream, they squeal,
they make the only g/g scene in this movie worth a look. After that, another
fantasy with T.T. Boy atop the hood of a a sports car rounds out Alice's
dreams before she awakens to do a little sweet talking of her own to
Sean, whom she lures into her cell. They fuck in a ho-hum final scene.
In the end, we discover that it was all Sean's dream. He snaps out
of things and continues to drool over Alice through the monitor. Not big on
story, but big on sex, especially if you love Alice Springs. She looks good
in most of her scenes and really seems to love taking a dicking.
Unfortunately, the film quality ain't so great and what we have is a movie
that looks like a poorly-shot one-day wonder. Keep your remote control
handy and you can't go wrong.
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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." HoME干别人老婆嗯啊小说
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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." HoME干别人老婆嗯啊小说
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