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It was a long lonesome drive back to our home without Jan by myside. As the miles whizzed by I realized that I was unpleasant sometimes however at others I was delighted and practically giddy knowing that she was back with Steve and he was probably screwing her and dragging her much 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 until much later after she returned from St. Louis.
I had to keep our buddies and family at bay and not reveal that Jan was still in St. Louis without me. We had actually restricted communication at the time merely a short text every day and just one quick but lacking in information phone call about her prolonged trip.
This was practically an entirely various female than the one I had left behind in St. Louis just a week earlier. 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 season dress that appeared like it should be used as a slip as it was practically large and shimmery; it fell halfway between her knees and her hips. It was lacy at the top, cut rather 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 offered her a leering appearance.
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