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It was a long lonely drive back to our house without Jan by myside. As the miles zipped by I recognized 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 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 know what was actually going on until much later on after she returned from St. Louis.
I had to keep our pals and family at bay and not reveal that Jan was still in St. Louis without me. We had actually restricted interaction at the time simply a brief text every day and only one short but doing not have in information phone call about her extended vacation.
This was almost an entirely various female than the one I had left behind in St. Louis just a week ago. She was taller than my 5'10' as she was using high-heeled shoes with a minimum of a 5 inch heel. She had on a summertime gown that looked like it ought to be used as a slip as it was nearly large and shimmery; it fell midway between her knees and her hips. It was lacy at the top, cut rather low and you might quickly 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 provided her a leering appearance.
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