From alt.sex.movies Mon Apr 24 11:22:26 1995
Subject: REVIEW: "Rayne Storm"
From: [email protected] (Jo E.)
Date: 4 Jun 1995 18:07:15 -0500
Status: RO
RAYNE STORM
director: Nancy Nemo, 1991. Vivid
cast: April Rayne, Tianna, Heather Hart, Cameo, Kahlia, Tom Byron,
Cal Jammer, Marc Wallice, Mickey Ray.
Scenes:
1. April Rayne (introduction).
2. Heather Hart + Tom Byron.
3. April Rayne (solo).
4. Kahlia + Mickey Ray.
5. April Rayne (solo).
6. Tianna, Heather Hart + Tom Byron.
7. April Rayne (solo).
8. Cameo, Cal Jammer + Marc Wallice.
April Rayne is the hostess of some sexual vignettes that aren't
connected or follow some sort of thread. She tells us we'll be spending
the next little while with her as she plays with herself and introduces her
friends to us. The first two being Heather and Tom. They perform like any
other couple do and nothing much new is explored here.
The next couple April brings to our attention is Kahlia and Mickey.
They throw in a better performance as Mickey starts it off with a pussy and
anal fingering that brings the climax to a smoldering high. Too bad the heat
doesn't burn all the way through.
Heather and Tom are back again, this time with Tianna who really
makes these two sweat. She practically fists herself and goes wild and
crazy trying to make Tom cum the same time she does. Hot stuff!
After some dildo masterbation, April closes out the movie by telling
us about her friend Cameo who can take two cocks in her pussy with ease.
Cal and Marc first take turns with Cameo before double penetrating her hot
box for the scalding finale.
Overall, a poorly shot movie with slightly above-average sex that I
think would be a hit with most audiences - especially if you've turned your
backs on many Vivid videos in the past.
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."