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It was a long lonesome drive back to our home without Jan by myside. As the miles zoomed by I realized that I was unpleasant sometimes but at others I was excited and practically giddy knowing that she was back with Steve and he was most likely screwing her and dragging her deeper and deeper into the hotwife way of life. I felt at the time that she would be enjoying herself and I didn't understand what was truly going on up until much later on after she returned from St. Louis.
I had to keep our friends and family at bay and not divulge that Jan was still in St. Louis without me. We had limited interaction at the time just a brief text every day and just one brief however doing not have in details phone call about her extended holiday.
This was practically a totally various female than the one I had left in St. Louis just a week back. 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 summertime gown that appeared like it must be worn as a slip as it was nearly sheer and shimmery; it fell midway 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 offered her a leering look.
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