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It was a long lonely drive back to our home without Jan by myside. As the miles zipped by I recognized that I was miserable sometimes however at others I was excited and almost giddy knowing that she was back with Steve and he was probably screwing her and dragging her 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 truly going on till much later on after she returned from St. Louis.
I had to keep our pals and household at bay and not disclose that Jan was still in St. Louis without me. We had actually restricted interaction at the time simply a brief text every day and just one quick but doing not have in information phone call about her extended holiday.
This was almost an entirely various female than the one I had actually left behind in St. Louis just a week ago. She was taller than my 5'10' as she was using high-heeled shoes with at least a 5 inch heel. She had on a summer dress that looked like it should be worn as a slip as it was nearly large and shimmery; it fell midway between her knees and her hips. It was lacy at the top, cut quite low and you might quickly make out the curve of her breasts through it. As I held her I might not feel her bra strap or panties as my hands slipped from her back and over her ass. I gave her a leering look.
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