“The D-Cups in the middle—those are my favorites,” I said, but realized I may have been too precocious, so I quickly added, “My favorite color... has always been red and what you have in your hand is exactly the color, I like best.”She walked into the bathroom and I lay back on my pillow, threatening to fall asleep again.Only a couple minutes later I heard her voice say, “What do you think of this outfit, Charles?”Figuring she had on a new outfit I hadn’t seen, I opened my eyes and saw the most. He knocked on my door and I opened to let him in. When he came in I told him ‘close the door so we can start’ and he replied ‘no man, it’s not fair… let them watch’. I took a look outside and there was a little crowd, about 4 other guys. I said out loud ‘you guys wanna watch this?’ and they all said yes… So he stood with his back against the wall and I sucked him a little more until someone else said ‘come on, fuck him’. I went down in all fours at the door frame with my ass in the booth and my. We’ve seen him perform at least ten times, and have had the opportunity to meet him on several occasions. This story is about one of those meets, and how I have jackoff material for years after this evening. It was a typical Wednesday evening, drinking a beer and watching the tube when Karole suggested we go see Bowen the upcoming Saturday. I agreed, and after a couple more drinks, was told ‘Thank You’ in a sexy voice as she kissed my lips. Hmm, that seemed a little odd, oh well, she really. Even the sound of their nylon encased legs as they move across each other hissing with sex, was undeniable.Stan and I talked a little about our respective legal careers. He was still practicing. I retired from it years ago. We shifted into a discussion about our mutual obsession with nylons - how we got started, how we met our wives and so on. Our wives seemed to be hitting it off pretty well although I noticed they were a little uncomfortable about the way Stan and I were engrossed in.