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It was a long lonesome drive back to our house without Jan by myside. As the miles whizzed by I recognized that I was unpleasant sometimes however at others I was excited and nearly 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 actually going on until much later on after she returned from St. Louis.
I had to keep our good friends and household at bay and not divulge that Jan was still in St. Louis without me. We had limited interaction at the time just a short text every day and only one quick but lacking in information phone call about her extended getaway.
This was almost an entirely various lady than the one I had left in St. Louis just a week back. 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 summertime gown that looked like it must be worn as a slip as it was practically sheer and shimmery; it fell halfway in between her knees and her hips. It was lacy at the top, cut rather low and you could quickly construct 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 offered her a leering look.
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