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Subject: Vanessa Chase & condoms in Taking It to Limit 4
Date: Sun, 09 Apr 1995 12:37:56 -0800
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I rented Taking it to the Limit 4 just to see Vanessa Chase. The first
several scenes without Vanessa were disappointing, which didn't augur well
for the rest of the video. The first scene, for example, offered some
decent sucking but ultimately lacked fire. (Actress had fake tits, if I
recall correctly.) In the second or third scene two pretty blondes with
ugly phony breasts attacked one another. Then a ray hope glimmered when
one girl blindfolded another who commenced to suck a cock. But for
whatever reason the blindfold was removed rather quickly, the sucking kind
of petered out, and the heat vanished from the scene as fast as Tyus
Edny's full court layup.
Vanessa's scene started out fine, so long as you discount the wooden
presence of Seven hiding in his hat and the fact you can't hear because
someone was sitting on the microphone. Wearing medium length hair, which
is not as fetching as short hair, and sporting a newly coiffed pubic
design, a thin vertical straight line centered on the top fold of her
pussy lips, Vanessa makes the first part of her vignette interesting, as
she gets spanked by Bionca (ass turns rosy red) and then portrays a girl
mechanic fine tuning a gleaming engine. By this time you've given up on
trying to make sense of the scene because you can't hear what was said.
Instead you enjoy the sight of Vanessa prancing around in itty bitty cut
off shorts festooned with wrenches and screw drivers.
Enter six big studs--ah, a gang bang! Now there's hope, right? The
action starts and she sucks various cock, a couple of deep throat thrusts,
but only fleeting shots of what should be dwelled on at length. The
decision to shoot the scene with Vanessa leaning on the car succeeded in
throwing a bucket of cold water on the proceedings. You don't get to see
her face and breasts enough since they are facing away from the camera.
And then, just when the fire should be flaring hottest, when thick cocks
are about to jam into her asshole, disaster strikes. The guys are wearing
*condoms*!! Not condoms?? Yes, condoms!
Well, from then on you might as well work on your crossword puzzle. You
get some nice shots of cocks sheated in latex. As I recall only three
guys fuck her in the ass. At the end, which comes rather quickly, thank
goodness, two guys come on her face, which you can't see very well because
her head is shot in silhouette, and one guy dribbles on her breasts. What
happened to the other three guys???
What a disappointment. I didn't even bother to watch the rest of the
video. Based on what i saw, this one thoroughly sucks.
If you want to see a gang bang with Vanessa done right, check out Gang
Bang Girl 14.
lamont
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."