You're driving down to the Florida Keys in search of some much needed relaxation. Then you spot her! What's that sign say? Key Largo? Key Largo or Bust? What's this all about? Who cares, look at that outfit. Cut-off jeans shorts. Tight top that shows exactly how sizable her bazoomas really are. Those babies look real too. What a lovely face. And has a friendly warmth too. You screetch to a halt before some asshole beats your time and picks her up first. She comes over to the open window and hangs her enormous chest over the door. "Hi, I'm going to meet friends in Key Largo. May I have a ride?" Like you would say no. You nod your head affirmatively, barely able to choke a word out. "Brilliant! My name's Kerry! What's yours!" Half an hour later, after a lot of tit-chat, she asks, "May I use your back seat? I need to change. You don't need to stop. I'll just squeeze past you and climb back there."
Now the real show begins...