If it were worth asking, one might inquire, "Where are the dams zippers?" I haven't seen any. Lotsa sex, but no zippers. No plot, either. Nobody explains why Alicia Lele's just gotta drive (unless it's for that electric dildo she has running off the cigarette lighter), or why Rachel Ryan is delivering the mail (before she delivers some good head and body contact), or why tom Chapman plays the theme from Love Story on the piano. Some things, man was not meant to know (nor would want to, really). But the basic question has to be, is there any good sex worth watching here?

Well, there's Fallon's masturbation in the tub, Stacy Nichols taking on both Boy and Chapman —look for double penetration here— and even the coitus interruptus of Boy and Camille. One or two scenes aren't very hot, but the rest scorches. Worth stocking.