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It was a long lonesome drive back to our home without Jan by myside. As the miles zipped by I realized that I was miserable sometimes but at others I was excited and nearly giddy understanding that she was back with Steve and he was probably 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 really 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 reveal that Jan was still in St. Louis without me. We had restricted interaction at the time simply a short text every day and just one quick however lacking in information phone call about her prolonged getaway.
This was nearly an entirely different lady than the one I had actually left behind in St. Louis just a week ago. She was taller than my 5'10' as she was wearing high-heeled shoes with a minimum of a 5 inch heel. She had on a summertime gown that looked like it must be used 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 might quickly 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 appearance.
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