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It was a long lonesome drive back to our home without Jan by myside. As the miles whizzed by I recognized that I was unpleasant sometimes however at others I was thrilled and practically giddy knowing that she was back with Steve and he was probably screwing her and dragging her deeper and deeper into the hotwife lifestyle. I felt at the time that she would be enjoying herself and I didn't know what was actually going on 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 actually restricted communication at the time just a brief text every day and just one brief but lacking in details phone call about her prolonged trip.
This was nearly a totally different female than the one I had left behind in St. Louis just a week back. 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 season gown that appeared like it should be used as a slip as it was nearly sheer and shimmery; it fell halfway in between her knees and her hips. It was lacy at the top, cut rather low and you might easily 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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