In light of recent developments, don't snicker when I tell you that Heather Lere, in I Touch Myself plays a woman who has out-of-body experiences. In this production, Heather could qualify for an international passport, or at the very least, frequent flyer mileage.
Lere tells doc Peter North (who's just fucked his assistant Mona Lisa in the ass, so he's objective) that every time she masturbates, she time travels and watches other people fuck. Well, Heather rubs her clit sufficiently enough to send herself back to the Paleolithic age, but that's not what happens here, budgets being what they are. We do get a sparkling scene featuring Jonathan Morgan seducing Bionca poolside which turns into an involving threeway. Even though it's obviously cold outside, and Lere looks like she's freezing her ass off, it's very well done.
Another scene of note features an analer between Marc Wallice and Melanie Moore who looks like she's wearing a nuclear warhead brassiere. Doc North convinces Heather that she needs to remain sexually satisfied (she does Rob Lere), and that her time travels will cease. The logic is so brilliant, you wonder why nobody else had thought of it.
Heather on the box-cover sells, so keep that in mind.