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From: [email protected] (Andrew Johnston)
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Subject: Review: Nasty Nymphos #6
Date: Tue, 01 Aug 1995 15:05:32 -0400
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I've been a big fan of Anabolic's pro/am Nasty Nymphos tapes for some time
now, and while volume 6 is no classic, it certainly doesn't disappoint.
The first scene features Alexandria Dane, a cute southern girl with long
brown hair who double-teams Mark Davis and Jon Dough. In her interview at
the beginning she talks about how she's just started to cut loose and go
crazy since she got divorced, and this kind of back-story is yet another
reason why I like these interviews in these kind of tapes. It's a lot of
fun to see her take direction while she throws herself into the scene--she
loves to fuck, but has no preconceptions about how to do it on camera. She
seems to be into it out of curiosity, and the enthusiasm she brings to the
scene makes it something pretty special. She does anal with both guys and
ends the scene by licking cum off a class table, something I'm sure all
you sickos in the audience will enjoy.
Next we have Roxanne Hall, a redhead from the north of England who does a
scene with the (ugly, balding) Tony Montana. She stares at the camera with
lovely, sleepy eyes while giving Tony amazing head, and blows bubbles with
his jizz once he cums in her mouth--too bad it couldn't have been a less
irritating guy.
The third scene is Kristy Lynn and Nick Pierce, a longhair guy who's only
doing his third movie. Kristy, on the other hand, says she feels like a
complete slut because this is most definitely *not* just her third video.
This is a hell of a scene because she's really into it, grinding her butt
into his crotch like crazy when taking it doggie style. It almost borders
on fake Teri Weigel hysteria at times, but still seems way sincere. She's
kinda average looking, but appearances an be decieving--this scene has
made me a big fan of hers.
The rest of the movie is kinda forgettable--Vanessa Chase's scene is only
really for her completists (but her interview is an absolute classic), and
Jordan Justice's 5-man gang bang is marred by awful camera angles. Not the
best film in this series, but worth a look for the three scenes mentioned
above.
--
Andrew Johnston [email protected]
New York City.....where life is cheap, but toilet paper is expensive
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."