Annie loved Babs. She loved muff diving on her. Not everyone got the patriotic delight of doing that to someone who looked like George Washington. It stirred Annie' American delight.
And Babs loved Annie. She was more manly than Babs' husband, George, for George was a limp on at best, but Annie was a tiger. Her with that slinky body and that sheepdog hair and that HUGE Adam's apple. And the cock Annie had kept hidden from everybody but Babs.
They had trained their nether regions to sing patriotic songs and they did the deed underneath a BIG AMERICAN FLAG. With marching music playing loudly. Oh could Ann fuck. She was the biggest fucker in town and when she said to Babs little heart felt things while pistoning it in that gray twat, like, "All liberals should burn in hell" and "John Edwards has a bumper sticker on his car that reads, "Ask Me About My Dead Son," stuff Annie said to the corp. media and which got her on the Today show for ten minutes, well--just joshing the people then. But they were little love words between Annie and Babs. Sweet nothings in their ears.