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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 however at others I was delighted and practically giddy knowing that she was back with Steve and he was probably screwing her and dragging her deeper and deeper into the hotwife way of life. 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 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 limited communication at the time merely a short text every day and just one quick but lacking in details phone call about her prolonged getaway.
This was almost a totally different lady than the one I had left in St. Louis just a week ago. She was taller than my 5'10' as she was wearing high-heeled shoes with at least a 5 inch heel. She had on a summer season dress that appeared like it ought to be used as a slip as it was almost sheer and shimmery; it fell midway between her knees and her hips. It was lacy at the top, cut rather low and you might quickly make out the curve of her breasts through it. As I held her I might 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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