There are two porn performers I attempt to avoid: Paul Morgan and Jay Richards. For Richards its the puffy face and the ancient sagging body that resembles a snail out of his shell; for Morgan its the obnoxious personalityconceited, cocky, and chattering constantly. As Ben Franklin once observed, The man who is love with himself will have no rivals. The Raw Meat series gives Morgan the opportunity to flaunt this persona non grata. But as Emilio Sands (whom I adore), Chris Young (whom I lust after) and Logan Runner, aka Timmy Smith (another lustful object) were appearing in this film, I succumbed and bought it. Imagine my disgust to find Motor-Mouth Morgan in every fucking scene! It opens with a segment called Anal Vacation with the ubiquitous Paul driving down the road chattering away on a cell phone. After a time of tuning out his incessant chatter, we see he is getting a blowjob from none other than Emilio Sands as he drives. Emilio is one of the cutest Latino twinks to come down the pike or, in this case, the turnpike.