This show affords the viewer liberal doses of no-frills bedspread hardcore, but offers dreary examples of what it's like to be enticed by the furtive glimpse of milady's stems. As a result, Jim Legman, who bears more than a passing resemblance to director Oliver Stone, might as well be looking for conspiracy theories than the key that connects the leg fetishist with what passes here for fetish. Such as it is, Legman fucks everyone in sight with casual pauses to nestle his cock in the outerfolds of a thigh-high stocking. In other words, too much of the same-old
Rene Summers, obviously no stranger to the leg game, adds some visual perks by using one of her stockings as a makeshift condom.