We hate to be the harbingers of bad news, but the 12th volume of this venerable series fails to meet the higher standards of it predecessors. (Let's just say that certain skin conditions pop up with more frequency than we're accustomed to seeing - or ignoring - in one show.)

Nevertheless, this effort belongs more to its big dicks than the ripe asses. With John E. Depth at the helm on two scenes (with Tracie and Natasha), viewers can be assured of his patented bust-a-thrust action. Even better is the juicy encounter with Brian Pumper and Francesca, whose twat tingles with nectar as he sidesaddles his log between her plump cheeks.