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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 miserable sometimes however at others I was thrilled 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 way of life. I felt at the time that she would be enjoying herself and I didn't understand what was really going on up until much later on after she returned from St. Louis.
I had to keep our pals and household at bay and not disclose that Jan was still in St. Louis without me. We had restricted interaction at the time just a brief text every day and only one quick however doing not have in details phone call about her prolonged holiday.
This was almost an entirely different woman than the one I had left in St. Louis just a week earlier. 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 summer gown that appeared 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 quite 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 offered her a leering appearance.
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