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