Viviana is complaining to T.T. Boy about her tits being too large. I understand because I have the same problem with my dick.

Well, Viviana's must e a sympathy ploy to get T.T. to screw her, and this is hat happens as if you couldn't see that one coming from the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia. Then Viviana calls Dr. Hooters, a specialist in big boob dysfunctions.

And here comes a problem in logistics —Ed Powers practicing medicine. First, Powers is Dr. Butts. Now he's Dr. Hooters. Powers is fast running out of body parts to be a doctor of. What happens when he winds up doing enema videos. What are you going to be doctor of then, Ed?

As it turns out, Dr. Hooters has a fixation for large round objects. Armed with every quack doctor and Groucho Marx joke in the book, Hooters convinces Viviana her tits are in her head. Her problem, that is. So far, so good, UNTIL... we whip out the oldest trick in the book, "let's look at some videos and see how other big titted women are coping with it..." Ordinarily I would take this as a cue to finger fuck the hairball in my throat, but we have a couple of saving graces —good sex scenes and Powers, who's pretty funny and makes this show palatable. But by having Viviana go down on him, Powers blows his chances at getting and AVN "non sex role" nomination. Tsk. Tsk.

Just one teensy weensy remark. Among the sex scenes Viviana's watching is a scene between T.T. Boy and Tracey Adams. Gee, you'd kind of think she'd recognize the guy she's living with, now, wouldn't you? Bad editing move, decent sexvid.