Finally I could not help it anymore. I reached down and pushed her fingers into my pussy. She smiled knowingly and started penetrating me. With two at...first, then three – steadily, then with more urgency. I arched my back, grasping the edge of the leather sofa as I felt myself coming close to an orgasm. And there it was. I could feel the tremble from my core to the toes on my feet. I was biting my lips so hard I could almost taste the blood on my lips, but at that moment there was no holding. "Over there by the entrance to Sears," Meg said. At the same time, she was pointing with one hand for Jim her, other hand reached over grabbed mine, stuck it under her top, and cupped my hand over her bare breast. She pulled it back out before Jim turned back to face us releasing it in the process."I guess it wasn't her after all," she said, "Sorry."When Jim was not looking, Meg looked at me and flashed a big smile my way. She did this again and again each time she pointed at something and. ‘I really should go. I’ll stop distracting you from your true calling. Your wife is one lucky lady.’ With a teasing smile she holds his hands in hers and starts to reluctantly trail off to take a shower. Instead of letting her go, he takes her hand and leads her over to the canvas he was working on, kissing her on the top of the head as he presents it to her. ‘It’s finished. You are my true calling.’ On the canvas is a painting of her, ethereal and lovingly picked out in his distinct brush. 'Typical' I thought to myself, half wishing to expose her. As we drove past the big industrial units, she pulled the gown fully open, exposing her 38c breasts. Her breathing was a bit faster now, and she was alternatively rubbing her clit, and fingering her pussy. I watched with satisfaction, my cock hard in my jeans. She must of sensed it, as she suddenly stated "Get it out and wank too." I instantly complied, and pulled my cock out. She reached over and started wanking me, whilst still.