He was in ecstasy with a huge smile on his face.
His wife, her heart pounding, her face flushed, moved slowly and gently, forwards, then backwards, forward, then backwards again….back and forth…back and forth…in and out…in and out.
She sighed.
Then she moaned, softly at first.
Then she began to groan louder.
Finally, totally exhausted, she let out an almighty scream and shouted:
“OK, OK! I CAN’T park the bloody car! You do it, you SMUG bastard!”


My wife passed her driving test a couple of months ago. Her parking skills are exquisitely bad. And sorry, this is staying anonymous.
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