It's difficult to separate the director from the performer where Sanders is concerned. As the latter, he comes on strong in the two hottest segments; parking his flesh yacht in Davia Ardell's hair harbor, and slipping the meatroll in Missy's fine, tight ass. As a director, he appears unable to generate any chemistry between the performers or any creative angles from the shooter. These not-so-Young Girls struggle awkwardly in a motel-room quickie.