Seasons one and two of
The Girls Next Door are probably the most enjoyable videos one can purchase if only for the groan factor. Everything in this pseudo-reality show is scripted down to the fixed smiles on Bridget, Holly and Kendra, the inane plot-lines, and particularly Hugh Hefner who shuffles through the mansion like a man much older than 81. Playmates listed as 5'7" look eye-to-eye (or a little downward) at the small fellow often dressed in satin bathrobes.
Moreover his much taller, three year younger brother Keith looks like a septuagenarian tri-athlete by comparison. For one and all, it's a full time job trying to make Hefner look like a dashing older rogue with an insatiable appitite for group sex and a zest for life; particularly when he appears very hard of hearing and tires easily on the few trips he takes outside the mansion.
Long ago Hefner's modest member (5.5"- 6" at full mast) was photographed with an undercover camera- supposedly by an ex-rival publisher named Larry Flynt and shown in Hustler magazine. The grainy pictures show a man then in his mid-fifties with a look of someone who has just stuck his finger in an electrical socket.
In coastal Orange County where I live we have enough ex-Playmates and cyber-girls to open up one of Hefner's old Playboy Clubs. Having spoken with more than a few, they speak reverently of the man at the same time they wink and smile.