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It was a long lonesome drive back to our house without Jan by myside. As the miles whizzed by I understood that I was unpleasant sometimes but at others I was thrilled and almost giddy understanding that she was back with Steve and he was most likely screwing her and dragging her much deeper and much deeper into the hotwife lifestyle. I felt at the time that she would be enjoying herself and I didn't understand what was truly going on till much later after she returned from St. Louis.
I had to keep our pals and household at bay and not divulge that Jan was still in St. Louis without me. We had actually limited interaction at the time just a brief text every day and only one brief however doing not have in details phone call about her extended vacation.
This was nearly an entirely different female than the one I had left behind in St. Louis simply a week back. She had on a summertime dress that looked like it needs to be used as a slip as it was practically large and shimmery; it fell halfway in between her knees and her hips. As I held her I might not feel her bra strap or panties as my hands slipped from her back and over her ass.
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