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It was a long lonesome drive back to our house without Jan by myside. As the miles zipped by I realized that I was unpleasant sometimes but at others I was delighted and practically giddy knowing that she was back with Steve and he was most likely screwing her and dragging her deeper and much deeper into the hotwife way of life. I felt at the time that she would be enjoying herself and I didn't know what was actually going on till 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 merely a brief text every day and just one quick but lacking in information phone call about her prolonged getaway.
This was nearly a totally various lady than the one I had left behind in St. Louis just 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 summertime gown that appeared like it ought to be worn as a slip as it was almost large and shimmery; it fell midway between her knees and her hips. It was lacy at the top, cut rather low and you might easily 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 gave her a leering look.
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