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It was a long lonesome drive back to our home without Jan by myside. As the miles whooshed by I realized that I was unpleasant at times but at others I was delighted and nearly giddy knowing that she was back with Steve and he was probably screwing her and dragging her deeper and 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 truly going on until much later after she returned from St. Louis.
I had to keep our pals and household at bay and not reveal that Jan was still in St. Louis without me. We had actually restricted communication at the time merely a short text every day and just one brief however lacking in information phone call about her extended getaway.
This was practically a totally different female than the one I had left in St. Louis simply a week earlier. She was taller than my 5'10' as she was wearing high-heeled shoes with at least a 5 inch heel. She had on a summertime gown that looked like it must 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 rather low and you could 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 appearance.
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