Buying these magazines 'pussy mags' we called them was real fun. In LA where I lived in the mid to late 70's; there were seedy adult books stores on Western Avenue in the bad part of Hollywood as I recall,with the massage parlors and streetwalkers, and some other places in LA too that I don't recall now.

They all had .25 a minute coin vending peep shows Super8mm film feeds too . If your feet didn't stick to the floor or the peep show booth didn't smell too funny -- you could pop a boner (terms of the times) and the fucking .25 cents of time would expire another quarter in the slot -- lol. Blue balls city.

Yeah, I remember the bearded clams and standing with the other guys at the book shelves flipping through the porno mag's pages. It was like standing at the urinal -- you didn't socialize much and avoided the other guy's eyes.

But they used free back then too; there was one unwrapped magazine to thumb through -- fucking full length porn for free standing there! If you liked that one you could buy the cello wrapped one behind it and take it home to wank -- lol. Damn, I remember browsing

When is the next instalment -- the VHS part Paul?