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File Date: March 25, 1995
VCA Platinum, 1994
Hosted by Jim Holliday
There was a pay-per-view special some time ago called
"Pajama Party" which had a bunch of our favorite porn
stars talking dirty on the phone to guys who called in.
This tape purports to be a "behind the scenes" view of
that taping.
While some shots appeared to be from the special (which
I did not see) most of the footage seemed specially shot
for this tape.
Jim Holliday introduces the tape from a director's chair nervously
smoking a cigarette. He looks terrible.
Scene Breakdown
Scene 1: Vince Voyeur, Catalina (?)
Someone get a mirror, I think she's dead. "You really are
worked up," he says. Better put that mirror under her nose to
make sure. "Yeah, " she mumbles, "but I need cock." This is
not a good start.
However, as it goes on, it warms up. The sex is directed
well, with quite a few wide angle shots, but not softcore
footage intercut with hardcore... She's got an all-over tan
and saline-underneath fake tits. He fucks her doggie, and it
is covered nicely.
Highlight: him pulling *his* hair back because it's getting in
the way... Runner up: Her line "This isn't cutting it... fuck
me in the ass!" delivered with all the intensity of a
telephone operator reading the phone book.
He takes her anally with a bare cock, and cums on her face.
She seems reluctant to touch the dick after it has deposited
its trust onto her face, but then she does... and she even
opens her eyes at the end...
I have given this scene four paragraphs more than it deserves.
Scene 2: Tiffany Mynx, Sarah Jane Hamilton, Alicia Rio (from the
cable show)
Largely soft core footage of Sarah Jane and Tiffany gyrating
while Alicia Rio just kinda stands there looking on... Tiff
talks dirty to a guy on the phone... kind of a waste of tape.
The girls all pay attention to the "softcore" camera which
isn't our vantage point, so we feel more ignored than aroused.
Scene 3: Nina Hartley, Crystal Wilder, Porsche Lynn
This is allegedly from the show, but it could not have been.
Few reasons: lighting was better, the sex was *too* hardcore.
Nina wore a purple strap-on and fucked the daylights out of
Porsche Lynn. The phonesex motif is continued, but I think the
gals are talking to a dead line. They each take turns with the
phone.
There are lots of full body shots, and the action is more
directed towards us, so I think this one was shot just for the
tape. Probably at a different time, too.
The scene was decent... all the gals are pros, and you get a
professional scene. Nina seems to enjoy herself, but then she
always does.
Scene 4: Gerry Pike, Crystal Wilder
After some lame intro by Jim Holliday, Gerry "I am awake,
really!" Pike plays a security guard on the show who won't let
Crystal Wilder in "without a pass." Like the poor cuban border
guard in Bernstein's "Wonderful Town" Gerry Pike is
unsuccessful in reigning in Crystal. Instead, he fucks her,
and then lets her in.
Crystal is a little too much for me. At the end of the scene,
after some excellent RC and a facial from Mr. Sleepy, she gets
this look in her eye... this look that she is *so* nasty, that
she's gonna bite his cock off, just to enjoy the scene...
jeepers.
She enjoys the cum.
Scene 5: Brittany O'Connell, Misty Rain
Not being a fan of Brittany O'Connell, and having had my fill
of girl-girl earlier, I FF through this scene. There seemed
to have been a lot of quick cuts.
Scene 6: Leena, Celeste and Kylie Ireland(?) - from the cable show
The gals talk to some guy on the phone and ignore us again.
Fortunately, it is a short sequence.
Scene 7: Jon Dough, Sarah Jane Hamilton, Misty Rain
Again, some "alleged" backstage footage. Jon Dough is the
either the most competent TV director in the world, because he
can do it all himself, or he's the worst. And he's cranky.
When the girls bug him about his attitude, he gets best line
for "My name's Bob, not Mr. Cranky-Pants." The gals are there
to help him blow off a little steam... he blows off more than
that ;-)
The gals go to town on him, and he on them. There's your
typical three-some pairings... it ends with SJH in an
excellent facial position -- under the on-her-knees Misty as
Jon fucks her doggie-style.
Jon cums on Misty's ass which rolls down onto Sarah's face.
Could have been better, and Sarah helps out by voraciously
eating the cum off Misty's ass.
SJH did NOT squirt :-( And she got her nipple pierced :-(
Drama 1: Jim explains the "Pizza Chicken"
At the beginning of the tape, Jim explained how he ordered a
pizza from a place called "Pizza Chicken" a joint that serves
Pizza or chicken, but their specialty is pizza with a whole
fried chicken on it. Jim settles for a plain pizza.
It is at this point in the tape that Jim realizes he didn't
get his pizza yet. We then see a guy dressed in a chicken
suit driving an El Camino (I didn't realize they still
existed... must be a West Coast thing) making a phone call.
Then his car dies, and he rolls around the hood of the car.
All in grainy Hi-8 footage... why? Maybe this sets us up for
something in part 2...
Scene 8: Sahara Sands, Leena, Summer Knight, Kylie Ireland, Lynden
Johnson, Sheena (Goddess of Lust)
An orgy for the cameras. Yeah... whatever. A combo of
softcore and hardcore footage destroys this scene. Highlight:
Leena fucks Sheena with a rubber cock that spurts when a small
handball is squeezed. So the rubber dick cums... then Leena
gives herself a facial with it.
The flick ends with Jim promising a part 2, and a large pillow
fight that I am sure we will see in its entirety then.
CONCLUSION:
Playing off the pay-per-view special, this tape had
very little to do with it. I was unaware of a pay per view
special, and I don't think we missed much judging by the
footage that made it to this tape.
I felt a little cheated because the behind the scenes stuff
was so obviously faked. I was hoping for a more "candid"
portrait like we had in "Bikini Beach". No such luck.
Rating: 2.50
Check out information for this movie at Heretic's Adult Film Database: Pajama party X 1 (1994).
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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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