Louisa Zissman

Every stereotype exists for a reason.

Well, there we are.

Can we just talk about that?

No, let's read the message.

Anyway.

This one night in the height of summer, we rock up with the windows slightly ajar and we park up in prime dogging real estate.

The lighting was perfect, the birds were singing and my hubby was hard and ready to go.

All right, boys.

As I move on down to give him a bit of...

Throat goat.

moves and starts rubbing my husband's nipple.

My husband freezes and the only thing he can think to do is to put up the window with the guy's arm still in the car.

After about two minutes, I finish the job and to my surprise, I look up to see the guy still stood there, arm trapped in the car.

I put my head back in my husband's lap in shame as I heard a voice say,

Just before it closed, the guy added, thanks for letting me be part of your night.

We drove off in fits of laughter.

And quite often we'll say, thanks for letting me be a part of your night, any time we have sex.

So to answer your questions, these were what we wanted, Lo.

The dogging questions are myths busted.

He says, no jizz on windows, please.