Back and forth . . . . Back and forth . . . . In and out . . . . 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.
He was in ecstasy . . . . with a huge smile on his face as his wife moved . . . Forwards then backwards. Forward then backward.
Again . . . . and, again . . . . Her heart was pounding now . . . . Her face was flushed . . . . She moaned . . . . softly at first, then began to groan louder . . . .
Finally . . . .
totally exhausted . . . .
she let out a piercing scream . . . .
She shouted:
"OK, OK,
you smug bastard,
I can't parallel park.
You do it!"


