The most striking feature about blonde-tressed porn star, exotic dancer, and part-time feature-film actress Melissa Mounds is a double helping of heaping hooters. Mounds's mams are bigger than large. Think of the normal superhuman vixen and the overblown balloons that you are wont to fantasize rising from the flesh above her rib cage. Then expand by two, and chances are you're in the ballpark of Melissa's stadium-rocking rack. Stalkers of porno theaters and strip clubs that book national figures with supernatural figures will be familiar with mammoth Melissa, but clean livers also have an option to embrace the pleasing excess of Mounds. Undergo the heavy-glanded humor of Flesh Gordon Meets the Cosmic Cheerleaders (1989). Just be sure your imagination doesn't get a hernia from carrying Melissa's loads around with you for the next week or so.