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I have always looked forward to Christmas. Not just Christmas Day, although that was the favorite, but the entire season.
In the early elementary school days, my family evidently had it pretty rough. I had no idea, of course, as my parents felt it their duty to protect their oldest son from the harsh realities of life realities such as my father being laid off from the factory and not able to get a steady job for years. If we were poor during the Christmas season, there was never an indication.
I was raised in Kingsport, Tennessee, in the far northeastern tip of the state just five miles from Virginia and about forty miles to North Carolina. Kingsport is in the Holston Valley at 1,300 feet elevation, in the shadow of Bays Mountain, a part of the Appalachian Mountain chain. Davy Crockett was born some forty miles from my birthplace. There is a long and rich history of self-sufficient, self-reliant mountain folk.
A great film about phone sex. Courtesy Rosebud Films
The Telephone Book is smut of the highest order. Every frame is perverted, twisted fun. I felt giddy the entire time watching it, like I was flipping through a
Playboy for the first time. Though there s no full penetration,
Telephone Book is, without a doubt, a pretty porny (or porn chic as producer Merv Bloch says) affair. The film is centered around Alice (Sarah Kennedy), a perpetually horny woman who receives Thee Most Obscene And Hottest sex phone call from an unknown caller. Determined to bang him in real life, she pours through the telephone book, encountering pervy stranger after stranger, looking for the peen that matches the mysterious voice.