Ben looks older, but still has his trademark sense of humor. Pascal, the Belgium Bonker, is around, looking even more like the emaciated bastard son of Marty Feldman. The guy can pound the pussy, though. Another longtime pal, Super Mario, shows up as a cameraman in one scene, and jumps in for some DP action.
Ben goes for wide girthed, big assed, plain looking babes who coo with joy at his worshipful treatment. The MO is to lure shy, shall I or shant I, girls, and watch them evolve into anal sluts by the end of the scene. Sometimes it works, sometimes its a bore.
The only girl I can recommend is Anna in scene 2, a long-legged, dark skinned Parisian doll, who works in London as a lap dancer. She goes the miracle mile to anal nirvana, often flashing a killer smile. The other girls have their moments of genuine charm, but are really not up to snuff in the looks department. And the sex is mild, especially by the rough and tumble standards of American porn.
Ben employs the multi-camera technique, which not only distracts, but presents different variations of flesh tone from shot to shot. But Ben has never aspired to technical perfection, prefering off the cuff, laid back moments of sexual discovery.
The final short scene shows Ben at an auto race track. His name appears as a sponsor on a number of cars, and Ben himself, in racing regalia, drives a car in a race. We get an in car camera shot of his car in a spin out accident. Back at the garage, Ben is shaken, but comforted by a skantily clad Alicia Rhodes, well known to US porn lovers. Alicia takes Ben into the car trailer, zips up the tent, and gives Ben a lovely, proper, English blowjob, gobbling Ben's copius splooge with vigor.
This is Volume 1 of what portends to be a continuing series, as I see Vol 2 is being advertised.
Welcome back, Ben.