Up and up they went, revealing stockings, held up by white suspender straps, and the flesh above, until a pair of sheer white French knickers with lac... edging came into view.It was unbelievable, and my heart started to pound in anticipation whilst my hungry prick grew harder and harder. My wife flatly refused to wear underwear “like that” and would go to any lengths to avoid me seeing her dressing or undressing. On the rare occasions we did get round to having sex it was a case of her not. Of course it doesn’t always work that way. One day, a year or so after we got married, she spent the day at the spa. She got the works: massage, manicure, pedicure, hair fixed up, and whatever other secret things women do at these places that men don’t really understand. She walked in the door, pleased with herself—and rightfully so. She had a smile on her face, she looked good and she knew it. I walked around her, doing my own admiring. ‘I like, babe! You look great!’ I paused, there was one. Lon smirked at his mother. "Okay, enough is enough." Fine." Candace clicked the remote and the door locks popped. "Hurry along, now!" Both women open their respective car doors, but Beth did the retrieval, then the pair headed back to the house. As they reached the porch, Candace directed, "Oh! Lock the doors, please!" Beth stopped dead, turned and headed back; Sally, now clear on what was going on, awaited Lon's nod before turning around herself. A car went by on the street, slowing. He kidnapped Diane and Rachel and that started an odyssey through Tennessee where he robbed banks and convenience stores.He was very lucky not to be caught before he did. At night, he'd drive until he found some drugs. He also raped Diane a few times. It was always the same; he'd rob a bank and Diane and Rachel would stay in the car. They were too scared to escape. He would do this in small towns where he thought he could fly under the radar and outmaneuver small town cops.After I heard their.