The girls don't say one word, save for moaning and cooing a bit. That pretty much sums up the energy level of this set of amateur performers. And with only one guy doing the male action, and only so-so at that (this reviewer couldn't determine whether the male was director Johnny Rebel), the lackluster action limply rounds itself out. Cheaply filmed in what appear to be a series of attic bedrooms with some serious camera and editing gaffs, it's pretty drab fair. At least the girls are cute, whoever they are.

We start off with a chubby dark-haired girl. She moans well, but basically lies spread-eagled as he fills her snatch. It was as romantic to watch as that last sentence was to read. The rest follows suit, with cute, fresh-faced young girls performing ho-hum b.j.'s and well-contained suffering through to the paycheck.

Retailing: For your amateur area.