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It was a long lonesome drive back to our home without Jan by myside. As the miles whooshed by I understood that I was miserable sometimes but at others I was excited and almost 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 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 however doing not have in information phone call about her prolonged getaway.
This was almost a totally 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 dress that looked like it should be worn as a slip as it was practically large and shimmery; it fell halfway between her knees and her hips. It was lacy at the top, cut rather low and you could 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 offered her a leering appearance.
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