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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 almost giddy understanding that she was back with Steve and he was probably 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 actually going on up until much later after she returned from St. Louis.
I had to keep our buddies and household at bay and not divulge that Jan was still in St. Louis without me. We had actually limited communication at the time merely a short text every day and just one brief however lacking in information phone call about her prolonged trip.
This was almost a totally various lady than the one I had left behind in St. Louis simply 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 must be worn as a slip as it was almost sheer and shimmery; it fell halfway in between her knees and her hips. It was lacy at the top, cut quite low and you could quickly make 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 offered her a leering look.
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