From alt.sex.movies Mon Apr 24 11:22:26 1995
From: [email protected] (Rio Maria)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.movies
Subject: Review: Greek Week w/Sarah-Jane & Lilli Xene
Date: 16 Aug 1994 21:00:05 -0400
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Status: RO
I was a little unsure about the video "Greek Week," but I usually
enjoy Sarah-Jane Hamilton's videos, and this one had my rave
fave Lilli Xene, so I gave it a shot.
The video was very good. I was delighted to find one of my
other favorites, Sydney Dance, starring in it as well, under
the new name of Dominique Bouche. It's not often I find a
video with three of my favorite actresses in it. Although not
prominently advertised, this video does not skimp on the
anal sex. Sydney...err...Dominique plays an anal porno queen
who is funding a college scholarship. The dean of the college
and alumni are outraged, and Dominique's agent is trying to
blackmail the college into paying them to NOT fund the scholarship.
Dominique has lost a lot of weight from previous appearance, which
detracts particularly from the appeal of her face, in my opinion. Her
big natural boobs are still there, although less full than they were
after the pregnancy that evidently preceded her porn career. She
does some hot anal stuff with the agent.
Next, Tom Byron, as a preppy frat boy, takes on two sorority
girls. I've taken to avoiding Byron's videos when I can, lately. I'd
really like to see him retire; his grunge look seems like a pathetic
attempt to seem "with it." Here, as a college boy, he echoes the
youthful roles that he was so good at early in his career, but the
illusion is spoiled by his ponytail, nipple ring, tattoo, and slightly
out-of-shape physique. But he wasn't the objectionable sleazoid
that he has seemed in most of his recent appearances, so his
scene was tolerable.
Lilli Xene appears in a few "storyline" scenes as a secretary. I've
been fascinated with her huge hips for a while now. She shows
up in one scene wearing a loose cotton dress, and her body
appears so wide that I wondered for a while if she'd just gotten
really fat and was only appearing in a non-sex cameo role. Later
on she doffs her clothing, and we see that this is definitely not the
case. She may have a bit more flesh on her belly than some
would prefer (not me!) but it's just her naturally gigantic hips
creating the illusion. Her skin is very fair, and she continues in
the ranks of "squirters," which she "joined" in "The Sexorcist."
(I for one am certain that this is simply urination in her case at
least, not the suspect "female orgasm," but I'll watch it happily!
I see that she's also in "RainWoman 7" with Sarah-Jane, so
I guess she's doing that trick on a regular basis now, but I
haven't had the chance to rent RW7 yet. I *will* though!)
Sarah-Jane has one scene, and I liked it. I've never quite
figured out before what it is that is so unusual about her
figure. This scene made it obvious: her butt is extremely
low-hung. The distance from the top of her hips to the
bottom of her ass is very long, unlike the typical porn stars'
tight, high, firm bottoms. This is particularly prominent in
a scene where S-J H does the splits as she settles on to
her partner's rod: notice the location of the natural fold of
flesh that defines her ass: it's relatively low on the back of
her thigh. Like Lilli and Tiffany Mynx, Sarah has a very
soft body with lots of jiggle; in her case, in the thighs and
slightly sagging belly, as well as the nicely-salined boobs.
Sarah concludes by demonstrating her recently-unveiled
penchant for bareback anal sex, and also does her
traditional squirting act as well.
By the way, I also saw a B&D video called "Prison
World" with S-J H. Those who adore her unique figure
will enjoy this, despite the lack of sex scenes. She's
videotaped from an unusual bird's-eye view that
accentuates the unusual shape of her legs and thighs.
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."