When you hear the sound

You just want to fuck then, there

it sounds so…  Sexy

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1. Hippie chicks don’t wear panties so that their hairy pussies can air dry
2. Hippie chicks usually know how to dance the Dance of the Seven Veils.
3. Sex lasts as long as the music is jamming and the jam never ends for hippie chicks
4. Hippie chicks would rather make love… a lot… than make war… NOT!
5. Patchouli oil reminds us of the smell of yummy punani
6. Hippie chicks dig it when you jam your cock in and noodle around until everyone is hallucinating
7. When hippie chicks go topless and go atop their boyfriend’s shoulders to check out the jam band then everyone gets filled with that sense of joy only a beautiful bouncing set of boobies can deliver
8. “There is nothing like a Grateful Dead show” because there is nothing like a bunch of hippie chicks running around naked just for the fun of it and not like a bunch of strippers trying to strip you for tips.
9. Following a band like Furthur or Phish oftentimes means riding hard and getting put away wet…
10. Homegrown Video loves hippie chicks because they send us their homemade sex tapes that often feature the hairy pussy amateur porn that our fans love so much!

I have been in the porn biz for years but truthfully I am much more conservative than one would imagine somebody in my industry to be. I can’t help it. I was raised on the East Coast where the white collared stiffs with starchy values golf clubbed country club social mores into kids from the time they were too young to know even know what a beemer was. Don’t talk about money. Do not discuss religion, politics, or your problems, and definitely never ever never talk about sex. Those were things best left in private.

Now admittedly, I ran to the west coast seeking freedom and the chance to see more Dead concerts and inevitably I did loosen up a bit to the point where I got into porn… umm… I guess you can say I loosened up quite a bit but not entirely. There are still some things that bring out that old colonial puritanical crap in me. Walking behind Lani when we went to the mall the other day and watching in shock and awe and a tiny bit of horror as she dropped her pants and mooned me in the parking lot would certainly be proof of that. I didn’t know what to do. She just kept walking with her ass going boom, boom, boom like a tight drum pounding out a hypnotic rhythm that would cause the whole parking lot to fall in step behind her and march.

Somewhere between hypnotized, mesmerized, and intoxicated I walked behind and tried to stammer out some sort of protest. What if people saw us? (lol, see what I mean? Notice how I say “us” like I am worried about what people will think of my naked ass… ) I couldn’t say much. All that came out was something that sounded like “Babee, babe, babee, ba, b,b,b” !

Luckily she pulled them up in time before I had to worry about if we gave the old lady behind us a heart attack. Things were back to good old status quo. Everyone in his place and doing what he or she should be doing.

 Suddenly I had an appetite for sushi.

When I was shooting porn in San Diego the need for new and unique places to shoot grew increasingly difficult. Most of San Diego exists like one vast tourist attraction so finding any sort of place that afforded the discretion and privacy that would make shooting porn possible was never easy. Find one spot, like the beach by Sunset Cliffs, or on the trails around Balboa Park and it might be private one minute but a focal point for every binocular wielding bird watcher and camera toting tourist the next. As a result of this limitation, certain methods of shooting developed, namely, a “get in, get the goods, and get out” style which I call “guerilla porn”. With that approach really anywhere and anything was possible. You just had to find the right place at the right time and move quickly as possible.

Naturally, when I found the park that ran along one end of the Coronado Bridge and it was empty I knew that we would have to move quickly or the opportunity would be lost. Dave Hardman was the kind of stud for hire that was game for most anything and would do it without complaining – which is saying a lot because male porn stars tend to be way bigger bitches than anyone could possibly imagine their female counterparts to be, especially annoying because those guys are getting paid to fuck the kind of women most mooks can only dream about screwing. The two girls were ready to take some chances in the high stakes game of public sex as well. They were a pair of San Diego amateurs that only did a handful (no pun intended) of videos for Homegrown Video back in the day named Sasha and Tina.

We walked out and began shooting. Dave lifted up their short floral print Summer dresses so he could fondle their asses while they stood on either side and each held is cock, taking turns to stroke it and tickle his nuts. Then, on cue, and with a sense of perfection a tug boat drove past. We were all wondering how much of a view they might be getting when all of sudden there was a blast on the fog horn right when Hardman was cumming into Tina’s recently rosy palm. We laughed then quickly packed and headed back for safer harbors.

Get in. Get the goods. Get out.