Now into respectfully middle-aged numbers, we found the 42nd volume of this series chugging along on autopilot. While Barry Woods' videography maintains its usual high standards, the energy level flags at half-mast. The fact that most of the girls are carrying around store-bought tits may have nothing to do with it, but deductive reasoning begins with the obvious and eliminates the impossible. (Come to think of it, so are a few pairs of the jugs.)

In any case, there's anal and facial action for its own sake; but rarely for the joy of it. The camera bears witness to girls who simply don't enjoy cornholing or viscous blasts going off north of the border. Some double-team action with the naturally-blessed C. Ming and her partners (Valentino/Manning) provide a few moments of authentic passion, otherwise it's the viewers who should be charging Rinaldi for a long distance toll call.