Vol. 6 is better than Vol. 5, but I took a lot of notes during both of them. Vol. 5 has Brook and Andy, Skarlette and Mark (they do anal) as well as Ana and Jerry. These folks are real couples, and there's the advantage. They don't use condoms, they're used to each other, they're pretty relaxed.

The camera work is decent and two out of three of the bits are shot out of doors widi the good, natural light. The sex in all three segments is blunt, to-the-point action. It serves a purpose (you can jack off to it), but not much more.

Vol. 6 was somewhat different, although it could be a case as simple as that these people were more appealing. Tracy's face (of Tracy and Tony, Segment I) shows she's had some rough times, as well as some bad plastic surgery. But she's sincere, and puts out of lot of energy. I was just starting to warm up to her when this stumble bum falls into her Jacuzzi. The guy's got a tiny prick, but ol' Tracy knows how to make it grow.

There is, between sessions, an amusing car ride interlude through the crummier parts of Hollywood, over by Sunset and La Brea. A punk girl on a street corner hurls spit at the passing camera. Some hot dogs are devoured at Pink's, a famous L.A. eatery. Then we move on to Emilia and Joe, another unsatisfying coupling.

Mary and Dave are the last couple. Mary has arousing breasts with big swollen aureole and nips. She is also wearing very high quality European underwear, and she neatly folds her jeans before going down on Dave's cock. Dave is kinda crude. The way he invites the cameraman to come in closer while he delves Mary's shaved vagina with three and then four fingers is a lot like exploratory surgery. There's such a thing as too close.

Vol. 6 is a jazzier, more pulled-together show than Vol. 5. The riffs between segments is fun. This is a series with potential.