I knew the police officer had seen my wife come up out of my lap. I rushed and jammed my cock back into my shorts just as the officer turned and squar...ed himself to my open window. I knew as he looked down he was getting a generous view of my wife’s C cup tits as they struggled to stay inside her tank top blouse. I saw right away the officer was a local sheriff’s deputy and I produced my license and registration. The deputy waved my attempts to hand him my documents as he ordered both my wife. ” I took him upstairs to my bedroom and turned to face him once inside. I told him to sit on the bed, which he did without question. I knew he would be easy to train. I stepped back about three feet and slowly started to undress for him. I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it on the floor. My sheer lace bra made his mouth drop open slightly. Next I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled the zipper down. I shifted my hips from one side to the other in order to slide my tight jeans past them. My. I took out my cock and wondered, hoped. In a few minutes she came in and sat down next to me, on the aisle. She looked at me, and then gave a little smile. She barely made eye contact, and looked ahead, probably letting her eyes get used to the dark. I reached for her hand which she left on her thick thigh.As I rubbed her thigh a little, she opened her legs an inch and then more as I pushed toward her crotch. She scooted her ass forward so her thick legs had room to splay more, and I pulled her. Get in madam, we will take you to Sheffield The Vernon Dursley-look-a-like said. She smiled and got in the car. A few minutes later theyre driving though the peaceful Great Britain country side lanes and making pleasant small talk. As they drove, she learned the Arabian mans name is Fatin and the British mans name is Molty. They had just gotten back from the Highland Games in Dunoon, Scotland (not surprising for her since she saw Craig wearing a tartan green Kilt) Nottingham was their home,.