He was in ecstasy, with a huge smile on his face,
as his wife moved forwards then backwards,
forward then backward, again and again.
Back and forth, back and forth, in and out,
a little to the right, a little to the left, she could feel
the sweat on her forehead, between her breasts, and
trickling down the small of her back,
she was getting near to the end. Her heart was pounding,
her face was flushed, she moaned, softly at first, then began to
groan louder. Finally, totally exhausted, she let out an almighty
scream and shouted,



"OK, OK, I can't parallel park!
You do it, you smug bastard."