Although considerably better than its predecessors, Vol. 3 never really rises above average. Except, that is, for Fallon's totally wet solo. Yes, she squirts; not once, but twice! But even this remarkable event loses some of its heat because the camera work is weak. Okay; so no director wants to miss the "wet shot", but to keep the camera focused in on her crotch may catch IT — and miss everything else that's interesting! As for the other four sapphic feasts of joy? Decent but nothing to shout about. The tape ender with Poppy and Candy, although a slow starter, turns out to be the tape's high point. But I'm not sure that's saying much.