Weed is apparently on his way to the big house to do a bullet in the service of the state. A year behind bars can be a long time, especially if one has to do it in county (shudder), but ol' Weed will have some fond memories to get him through those long cell-block nights since he alone does all of the wood working in both of these volumes.

What exactly his transgression was is never specified, but judging from these tapes it just might be fraud, as in "perpetratin' a.... on one's fans." See, the cum shots in all but one of the eight scenes in these two tapes are pure fiction. That is, the pearly-white stuff a-flyin' at the faces, titties and belly buttons of the buxom sistas with whom Weed boogies here seems to emanate somewhere other than from his urethra. Tacky, tacky, tacky.

Sleight-of-hand aside, however, the pre-pseudo-spoo-shot boning is al pretty serviceable, especially when Weed and Kira have at it in Vol. 43.