Five relatively passable South American sweethearts have their salads tossed and drenched in creamy Ranch dressing; then serve it back to the men. No surprise there. It's a tried-and-true formula that can only fail when chemistry is at low ebb. Sometimes it's difficult to tell. A distinction between hetero and gay scenes is that guys can get it up and climax despite the fact that they're not even remotely attracted to their partners.

Tom Moore and his buddy seem to like their job; and likewise the gal-pals enjoy their men – at least enough to crank out some visible evidence at each scene's conclusion. (Pitchers and catchers rotate more than the lineup in a typical All-Stars game.) The threesomes are best, engendering a number of standing fucks. Heat-wise, there's still room for improvement.

Retailing: Decent tranny fare.