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It was a long lonely drive back to our house without Jan by myside. As the miles zipped by I understood that I was unpleasant sometimes but at others I was thrilled and practically giddy knowing 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 actually going on till much later on 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 restricted communication at the time merely a short text every day and just one quick however doing not have in information phone call about her extended holiday.
This was practically a totally different lady than the one I had actually left 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 dress that looked like it ought to be worn as a slip as it was nearly sheer and shimmery; it fell midway in between her knees and her hips. It was lacy at the top, cut rather low and you could easily 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 provided her a leering appearance.
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