One wonders what this business is coming to when the rubes outshine the pros. The segment featuring Stacey Nichols is a complete washout. The gymnasium setting propels one’s imagination to scenes of sweat-drenched, muscular bodies entangled in contorted positions on the Solarflex, but in reality, it’s closer to a muscular dystrophy telethon than Muscle Beach.

The middle segment features a (sorta/kinda) Ona Zee lookalike who wakes up her boyfriend with a special “morning call”. Those of us who are inclined to early eroticism Know that the crack of dawn can be very special, but it isn’t apparent here.

The only chapter in this volume worth it’s weight in gold is the sporting session between a wiry fella named Billy, and a healthy girl nextdoor (Carrie). From a friendly game shooting hoops on the basketball court, their competitive personalities spark up for a one-on-one that will blow your sweatsocks off.  Billy and Carrie retire to his house for a cool down period after the game, but the action heats up immediately and goes into an overtime of frenzied lust. Carrie responds to his cunnilingus with authentic shudders of delight, and begins dripping lubricant like a well-oiled engine. Billy proceeds to mount her every which way to Sunday, and the viewer is treated to an unbridled, realistic event.