“That’ll do nicely!” She grabbed her handbag and headed out to catch a cab.The cab dropped her in a dark, quiet part of town near the river. The...club was a converted warehouse near the docks, and the industrial area of town was quiet at this time of night. The cab sped off and the only sound was the bass faintly bumping from inside the club. A single massive bouncer stood at the door, and he gestured for her to enter as she approached.Once inside the pulsing music washed over her and she. I couldn’t raise it on a phone call, so decided to wait till I was next visiting her in 4-weeks time. Every night I thought about her having her nipples kissed and where it would lead, and every night I would wank and cum thinking about my wife enjoying an orgasm with another man. I remembered our last evening together before she flew off, she was wearing a sexy short denim skirt, the weather was really hot and she had a white top with a v-neck showing her nice cleavage. We watched a film. “The stereo is playing very nice romantic music, would you like to dance with me?” Wendy asked tentatively.“Sure, I’d love to, Wendy,” Dan stood, offering his hand to her. She took his hand, helping her to stand.“I guess we’ll feel this sensation every time we touch hands,” he said.“I hope we touch hands very often,” she admitted.“I’m sure we will.”They awkwardly tried to figure out who would put whose hands where and Wendy laughed nervously. Dan put both his hands on Wendy’s slim waist while. Curtis was included in the boy's class and enthusiastically participated. Ma had purchase a half dozen small wood framed slates and a few boxes of chalk before we left Saint Joseph on which the children and Curtis did their ciphering and scribing. The classes made the time go faster for the children and the trip a little less boring. It also kept them out of our hair for a few hours a day.We spent most of our evenings around a buffalo dung fire. We were all full of plans and ideas. Sean played.