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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 unpleasant sometimes but at others I was delighted and nearly giddy knowing that she was back with Steve and he was probably screwing her and dragging her much deeper and 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 up until much later on after she returned from St. Louis.
I had to keep our pals and family at bay and not divulge that Jan was still in St. Louis without me. We had limited communication at the time just a brief text every day and only one short but doing not have in details phone call about her prolonged holiday.
This was practically an entirely various female than the one I had left in St. Louis just a week back. 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 summer gown that looked like it needs to be worn as a slip as it was practically large and shimmery; it fell midway in between her knees and her hips. It was lacy at the top, cut quite low and you might easily 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 gave her a leering look.
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