The Police officer was insistent. "Sorry Miss. Step out of the car, and make yourself decent!"
The middle-aged woman was shameless, cum dripped onto her thighs and car seat, as she argued vociferously with the two constables. "This is my car and ..."
"Get out of the car, Miss," the second Police officer barked, and the uniformed lady reached for her handcuffs as she smiled at her male colleague shaking his head. They knew all about Katie. Everyone did.
The afternoon had started so brightly for the professional woman as she drove out of the small market town with her married lover. She slipped her hand on his knee and rubbed his jeans as she navigated the twisting country roads one-handed. "Pull in here," he demanded as she touched his erect cock through the rough denim. "It's quiet! We got the time."
The blonde-haired woman broke sharply and swung the 4×4 into the deserted layby, looking out over the sweeping hayfields of the county. He gulped and Katie looked onto the back seat of their vehicle, invitingly empty. She licked her lips, but said nothing as the two illicit lovers swapped the crowded front of the car for the back seat, and settled onto the inviting black leather.