At a roadside diner near Shaftsbury, three famous Sisters spot five doo-wop singers. Patty, the blonde, takes the lead as usual. After lunch, they drive to a secluded spot.
Under fiery apple trees, the spirited blonde treats the lead singer to her golden south while the fatter bass worships her feet, before turning out a sixty-minute man. The forty-something redhead keeps whimpering under both seventeen-year-old baritones, and the brunette rides the taller one, who hollers “white woman!” as he bursts inside her.
Loads of African icing leave a sticky fragrance on their snow-white faces.
The grown women stop and cool off, drinking rum and Coca-Cola, while the boys head south.
