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From: [email protected] (Donald Korte)
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Subject: Review: Up and Cummers #14
Date: 9 Jan 1995 06:49:51 -0500
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Review: Up and Cummers #14
Cast: Cleo, Heather St. Clair, Nikole Lace, Sandy Beach, Nikita
Jon Buoy, Alex Sanders, Eric Shunn, Randy West
First up we have a striptease with Cleo that is pretty hot. Pretty good
music is dubbed in here. She strips and fingers her ass and cunt on the
bed. One of her long fingernails is missing. (Did she forget to put it
on?) She wears her black highheels throughout the scene. No boob job
here. We later find out that she was in Penthouse January '94, and that
thiss iss her very first video. Randy West is very impressed. (He's a
"fussy old bastard".) She then says that she was born in the hotel, about
five floors down. Yeah, right.
Next is blonde Heather St. Clair (a dancer from New York). She is not my
cup of tea, but opinions vary. She says she has only been doing videos
for a couple weeks prior to this scene. She's married. (Does her husband
REALLY know she's doing this?) First she does sa striptease. Then she
masturbates on the couch and it doesn't seem very realistic to me. She
gets dressed again and Alex Sanders comes into the room. Then they
suck/fuck on the couch. Randy West comes in during the scene and she
sucks his dick while fucking Alex. Then they DP. Then Randy West fucks
her from behind while she sucks the dick of Jon Buoy. She takes a facial
from all three guys in this scene. Between each of the facials they fade
to black and then fade in to the next one.
The next scene features Randy West and Nicole Lace in the back of a limo.
The limo driver sounds like some spanish guy. They ask the driver if it's
alright with him. The scene is made out to seem like they are originally
going to lunch (and not to fuck) but I'm not convinced. The driver starts
saying some stuff about it being illegal or something but he agrees
anyway. Nicole isn't wearing any panties. She says she doesn't like
wearing underwear. Okay. First she sucks his fingers while he jerks off.
I don't really go for this crap. Then she sucks his dick. They fuck. I'm
a big fan of missionary scenes, and I think the one here is the best on
the tape. Near the end though, Randy starts sshaking her ass while his
dick is in her, instead of fucking the normal way, and she moans like
crazy? Is this some kind of new please stimulator or something? Heh. All
the while, the limo is driving down the sstreet in broad daylight. I'll
bet the driver got a kick out of it.
Sandy Beach is next. She has all the characteristics of a dumb blonde.
This is also her very first video. She strips on the bed. She plays with
herself and then Randy hands her a dildo. "I've never tried one of these
before! Haha!", she says. (Yeah right.) Randy jacks off while she uses
the dildo. A couple weeks after this scene was done, she did another with
Randy and he promises it will be on Up and Cummers #15.
A couple, Eric Shunn and Nikita do the final scene. She strips for him
and sucks his dick on the chair. Then they do a 69 on the bed. She does
reverse-cowboy on him, but she keeps looking around the room. What is she
starting at? I swear, this guy needs to get a haircut. They do all the
other standard positions then she jacks him off and gets a facial. I
thought Nikita was pretty hot here.
This was worth the rental. A while back Randy West came to the video
store I shop at (XTC Supercenters, Florida.) and he signed autographs.
That is probably where he found the couple.
Rating: 2.8 of 4
Don
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."