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It was a long lonesome drive back to our house without Jan by myside. As the miles zoomed by I recognized that I was miserable sometimes however at others I was delighted and nearly giddy knowing that she was back with Steve and he was probably screwing her and dragging her much deeper and deeper into the hotwife lifestyle. I felt at the time that she would be enjoying herself and I didn't understand what was actually going on until much later on after she returned from St. Louis.
I had to keep our good friends and family at bay and not divulge that Jan was still in St. Louis without me. We had actually restricted interaction at the time simply a short text every day and only one brief however doing not have in information phone call about her prolonged trip.
This was practically a totally various woman than the one I had left behind in St. Louis simply a week earlier. She was taller than my 5'10' as she was wearing high-heeled shoes with a minimum of a 5 inch heel. She had on a summer season dress that appeared like it ought to be used as a slip as it was almost sheer and shimmery; it fell midway between her knees and her hips. It was lacy at the top, cut quite low and you could quickly construct 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 provided her a leering look.
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