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Subject: Review: Sodomania 13 - "Your Lucky Number"
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Sodomania 13 - "Your Lucky Number"
Starring:
Channone, Nici Sterling, Sid Deuce, Catarina, Mikki Lynn, Lana Sands,
Peter North, Rosco Bowltree, Alex Sanders, Mark Wallice.
Produced and directed by: Patrick Collins
Rating:
Eh, its your money. Wasn't too terrible impressed. Might want to wait
for a compilation tape to get Mikki Lynn's great scene.
I FF'ed the intro by Brocton O'Toole, BTW..
Maybe its the weather, too hot outside or something, I just wasn't
turned on by a majority of this video. It still better than a lot of
other movies I have seen. I'll run down the stories and summarize (I
think someone else has already reviewed this one).
"The French Reflection" (Channone, Peter)
A short-haired, average to good looking brunette goes round-the-world
with Pete (oral,69,vagina,anal) climaxing with a good-average facial
>from Pete (good distribution, average volume, shots in mouth). Good
scene.
"Teachers Pets' (Nici Sterling, Rosco Bowltree)
Very sensuous looking brunette with British accent (gawd I love
accents) does some masturbation before doing the wild-thing. Most of
the camera work is done as if you were looking through Rosco's eyes.
Supposed to end in a facial (she even say "I want it on my face") but
cum ends up carpeting her tongue.
"The Choker's Wild" (Sid Deuce, Alex Sanders)
Californica beach blonde with tupperware-tits gets into getting choked
during sex (simulated choking). Sid and Alex do some decent sex but
don't look right paired together. Sid has "spooky eyes" during parts
of this thing. Scene ends with a tongue coating.
"Sao Paulo Girl" (Catarina, Rosco)
A demure looking, tanned, blonde girl who is very young looking and
could pass off as an extra in "Hook" or "Water World" as a
post-apocalyptic teen or something. I can't remember too much about
this scene and didn't write anything down except for a decent and
somewhat voluminous cum shot on her tummy and chest.
"The Midnight Special" (Mikki Lynn, Rosco)
Speaking of young, jailbait looking kinda girls, Mikki Lynn with her
hair up could easily pass for 16 or 17ish and probably gets carded all
the time at bars. She looks very good here (especially in her
underwear), playing a high-schooler staying the night at Rosco's.
There is some great dialog here (I'm can't sleep, there are books
upstairs next to the computer, put that back on, I'm busy) that makes
this scene really, really work. The anticipation and atmosphere makes
the sex almost unnecessary. All the camera-shots are from Rosco's
perspective. The facial was kinda a lame (he should of saved all the
cum from the earlier scene).
"Sleeping Booty" (Lana Sands, Mark Wallice)
Lana Sands is another very cute-faced woman who's scene with Wallice is
decent enough to keep your attention. It includes some toe-licking
(Mark doing the foot cleaning) and some anal.
Pervert Patrol:
We have facials, good facial (North's mess), anal, toe-licking,
forbidden fruit young girl/older man overtones, female masturbation in
tanning machine, humorous dialog, simulated choking (auto-erotic
asphyxiation?), brief hair-pulling, prophylactic usage, some mirrors,
doggie-style w/brief spanks, and finger in girls ass-hole.
Database Stuff:
Channone: good facial (slightly below average volume for North but good
distribution)
Nici Sterling: w-a facial (more in mouth)
Sid Deuce: w-a facial (more in mouth)
Mikki Lynn: w-a facial (more in mouth)
Fun.
JGrouch.
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."