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Subject: Dunbar Reviews: Up and Cummers #11
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# Up and Cummers #11
c 6.3 1994 Erotica West, Randy West
. Jenna Jameson (p.M|Cg|D;e.Ip}, Randy West
. Silky, boyfriend
. Krysti Lynn, Gerry Pike
. Vanity, Randy West
Premise: Randy interviews new performers and then has them do a scene.
Like Ed Power's Dirty Debutante Series, except Randy seems able to
more attractive women to work for him.
Jenna Jameson. A sweet-looking, young little blonde. Nice natural tits,
cute ass. I've heard told that she has since destroyed her body with fake
tits (which she definitly did not need) and tattoos? Why do they do that?
They do missionary and cowgirl shot from both the front and the back, and
finally doggie. Randy finishes by coming inside her. It looks like he
manages a decent load as she squirts it out of her cunt and it oozes into a
puddle on the bed spread. Kind of gross if you ask me, but definitely out
of the ordinary.
Silky. A secretary turned dancer, Silky is a young (22?) statuesque
strawberry blonde with a lovely reddish tanned complexion. Her body's
fairly tight, but nice and meaty. She looks like she has fake tits,
though. She starts off playing with her rabbit (a dildo with a clitoral
stimulator shaped like a bunny with long ears). Then her boyfriend,
Sebastian joins in. Sebastian is another one of those long-haired
musculoid types in the Vince Vouyer mold. (They all must think they're
Fabio or something). They do the doggie on the bed for a while and then
take outside to the balcony. She's leaning over rail with one leg raised
while he takes her from behind. Back inside they finish in the missionary
positon (nice). She wants it on her tongue so he comes in her mouth.
There's not much to see. Either he has no load, or she swallows most of
it.
Krysti Lynn. Krysti has a really great ass. It's among the most
recognizable. Probably second only to Nina Hartley's heart-shaped tush.
Kristi's ass is big and meaty like those more commonly found on some black
women (no offense intended). It's seems Krysti has been dying to do that
Kiwi stud muffing, Gerry Pike. So Randy sets it up. Pike's a decent
enough stud, but again with the god damn shaggy hair. They do a weird
position. She's on he back with her feet way back over her head and her
ass up in the air. He sqatting over her facing toward the foot of the bed
so that he has to bend his penis backward between his legs a little to get
the proper angle for penetration. Would have been nicer if the camera man
had been able to move around to the head of the bed and shoot from Krysti's
point of view.
Vanity. Didn't make an impression on me.
Technical: Vastly superior to Ed's Dirty Debutante series. Much more
professional. Randy works the camera himself, or has a camera man when he
is involved--no dull tripod shots. The lighting is usually very good, so
is the sound. The editting is never too distracting. The worst flaw I
noticed is that the camera would occasionally go slight out of focus for
moment. My only other complaint would be that the set ups are a bit long
for my taste. A DD tape of comparable length probably would have had
at least a couple more segments.
Conclusion: A worthy rental I think, but I'm not necessarily going to rush
out to rent the rest of the series.
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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."