She took down his number. "For if you're feeling dirty..." He smiled and walked away his arm tracing across her shoulders as he headed out of the room....My wife turned around and headed straight out towards the women's locker room. No gaze. Nothing. A few minutes later I got a text saying to meet her in the car - she was ready to leave.I took my time, showered, got out to the car and sat waiting. She walked out of the gym. Her tits jiggling as she strutted over to the car. She was still flushed. She stopped the Honda bike she was driving and pulled over by the side of the road to better appreciate it. She cast her proffessional eye over the scene and thought what a challenge it would be to capture the constantly changeing light of this country on paper. It was a watercolour world. Sometimes still and misty, sometimes changing from sunshine to shadow with the capricious will of of a leprachaun. She could hardly wait to get her watercolours out to try and capture the romantic scene she. It is confusing to explain and I was not sure what she had in mind, but I did it and then backed toward her. My dick was over her pussy. She was still bent double with Her legs in the air, her mouth next to her pussy. I was over her with my dick hovering near her cunt, my ass in the air and hands on the floor. I soon understood why she wanted me in this awkward position. She then told Susan to guide my dick in her pussy. Her legs behind her head, my ass in her face and my dick slowly being. The building itself had been restored and was a fascinating start to his time in Charters Towers.As he ate the steak and veggies he had cooked for himself, washed down with the rest of the bottle of red wine from the previous night, he planned tomorrow's activities, before watching a little TV then turning in for an early night.Wednesday Week 12Dave's first activity after his leisurely breakfast was the 10 am tour of the Venus Gold Battery, which provided crushing facilities for small miners.