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It was a long lonely drive back to our home without Jan by myside. As the miles whooshed by I understood that I was miserable sometimes however at others I was delighted and nearly giddy understanding 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 up until much later on after she returned from St. Louis.
I had to keep our buddies and family at bay and not disclose that Jan was still in St. Louis without me. We had actually restricted interaction at the time just a brief text every day and just one brief but lacking in information phone call about her prolonged getaway.
This was almost an entirely various woman than the one I had left behind in St. Louis simply a week back. 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 looked 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 quite low and you might quickly construct 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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