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From: [email protected] (Jamal Dunbar)
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Date: Mon, 25 Dec 1995 04:53:39 UTC
Subject: Re: Dunbar reviews: Mile High Club (w/Nikki Randall)
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[email protected] was defending Melissa Hill and Sofia Ferrari
against my implied criticism of them.
>> but features a less pretty women. I think this is Melissa Hill.
>WHAT??!! Melissa Hill is one damn sexy and gorgeous female! She has the
>most shapely and firm legs. Good muscles and great tone! You can see that
>she used to be a dancer. I would love to have those legs lock around my
>head. Not only that, she has fantastic pussy lips and a clit that swells
>when she does reverse cowgirl. What more can a man ask for??!!
Maybe I didn't express myself clearly. I didn't say Melissa Hill wasn't
pretty. In fact, I thought I implied that she was indeed pretty, just not
as attractive as Roxanne Hall. If you don't agree, that's your right.
>>Sindee Coxx is a pretty blonde. Sofia Ferrari is not.
>True, Sofia Ferrari is not a blond, but she is as cute as hell!! Wonderful
>breasts and curvaceous ass!
You read that more or less correctly. I didn't want to impune Sofia's
looks directly, I'm merely wanted to imply that she wasn't quite the same
caliber as Sindee, and she's definitely not blonde.
>What is not to like about Sophia???
Nothing really, but she's not really superstar caliber is she?
She just doesn't do anything special for me. She's not my type.
I prefer blondes. Does that make me a gentleman? Maybe.
But I have nothing against brunnettes. Some of my favorite porn stars
brunettes. Really. The only reason I rented the Mile High Club was for a
brunette: Nikki Randall. Other dark-haired favorites: Racquel Darrian,
Melissa Melendez, Cassidy, Tracy Winn, Vanessa Chase (I also love short
hair).
It's just that a brunette need a little something extra to catch my eye.
Whereas I'm just a little less critical (OK much less critical) regarding
blondes. Sue me.
>Man, I don't mean to criticize your review so directly, but are you sure you
>were looking at Melissa and Sophia clearly?
No offense taken. I didn't see as criticism of the review, It's just a
differnce of opinion regarding the relative attractiveness of a couple of
women, which is a very personal thing. If you read the review closely,
you'll see I never said anything really negative about either Melissa or
Sofia. I try not to do that. Though, I did imply they weren't as
attractive as some of the other women in the video. I suppose you can
argue that because it's really a matter of opinion at least to a point.
They may have some very good points and I never said they weren't
attractive, but overall I wasn't especially impressed. Sorry.
I know it's annoying when someone disses a woman you think is especially
attractive. It's like a personal attack on you. I'm probably looking at
them at least as clearly as you are, perhaps more so.
If you don't like my reviews, why not take up the Dunbar Challenge and
post your own?
>I do agree that Sindee Coxx is a sight to behold.
Yes, too bad she's only in a lesbian scene. Do you know any good videos
where she's with a guy? How about posting a thoughful review? Hint, hint.
Cheers,
Dunbar
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