How a story that revolves around a female undertaker (Selina) a farm boy (wholly believable Tom Byron, in ponytail & goatee) and an ace reporter/closet panty-sniffer (T.T. Boy, reveling in malapropisms like "thumball sketch") makes even superficial sense is better explained under the influence of whatever screenwriter Raven Touchstone was using at the time she wrote this. In fact, give me a double hit!

Two viewings later, my sole conclusion is: it ain't worth the trouble to find out, but the sex is decent; at times even nasty! Jon Dough has a thing for skin-tight latex outfits that Asia is glad to indulge, allowing him to cut crotch &nipple holes to get at the good stuff. (Looks particularly hot in a seated reverse cowgirl/pussy splash.) The last person you'd ever expect to play a corpse is animated Lacy Rose; her death may be greatly exaggerated but her rampant desire is genuine, especially while spreading the backdoor for Stephen St. Croix.

A similar fate's in store for Sylvia Ryder's moon, invaded by the guided launch of Tom Byron's missile. Very nice penetration shot; the Eagle has landed! Sniffster aficionados will delight as T.T. samples the crusty underthings of Asia and Selina before soiling their fresh young flesh; the former taking a probe up the rectal tunnel. Play down the plot and push the bootie angle for best results.