Lean Like a Fat Chick

On our way to Shari's, we picked up yet another chica.  Not a hooker, just another local Sister Wife.  She's been out with us before, and we referred to her as S, but we have now decided to just call her Carne Asada because well, we just like it, and it tastes good with a tortilla!

Whiskey was driving her new ride, aka a Giant Mormon Wagon.  She feels it's at least hip because it has a sunroof.  With "Lean Like a Cholo" aka, a Fat Chick, playing in the background, Whiskey dangled a doughnut out the window and told Fancy to shake what her mama gave her.  Fancy, ever the doughnut enthusiast, shot out the sunroof like a midget out of a cannon at the circus. 

With music blaring, and doughnut glaze dripping from Fancy's chin, Whiskey break checked over and over at a stop light.  She was trying to make it look like her car had hydros.  This is where it gets good....

Because Whiskey was break-checking ever two seconds, Fancy was being whipped around like a pair of dirty, prostitute undies in a laundromat.  Holding on for dear life, Fancy reached for whatever she could get a grip on.  While on her way down, screaming YEEEEEEEEEE-HAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW, she broke one of the panels to the sunroof, and fell onto her seat impailing a water bottle.  I think they call that natural water douching.

Fancy, having had nothing up her vag in weeks, didn't cry.  Not a tear fell.  Instead, sheer ecstasy escaped from her lips.  This turn of events got the blood flowing, just as they pulled up to Shari's.