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It was a long lonely drive back to our house without Jan by myside. As the miles whooshed by I understood that I was miserable at times however at others I was thrilled and nearly giddy understanding that she was back with Steve and he was probably screwing her and dragging her much deeper and much deeper into the hotwife way of life. I felt at the time that she would be enjoying herself and I didn't know what was really going on until much later after she returned from St. Louis.
I had to keep our good friends and household at bay and not reveal that Jan was still in St. Louis without me. We had restricted communication at the time simply a brief text every day and only one brief but doing not have in information phone call about her prolonged trip.
This was practically an entirely different female than the one I had left behind in St. Louis simply a week ago. She was taller than my 5'10' as she was wearing high-heeled shoes with at least a 5 inch heel. She had on a summer dress that looked like it must be used as a slip as it was practically large and shimmery; it fell midway in between her knees and her hips. It was lacy at the top, cut quite low and you might easily construct out the curve of her breasts through it. As I held her I could not feel her bra strap or panties as my hands slipped from her back and over her ass. I gave her a leering appearance.
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