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.
Here it was Whip Crack Annie, with the bull whip slashing on Babes huge wrinkled fanny and Babs screamed loudly as Annie screamed louder, "Timothy McVey had the right idea," LASH LASH SCREAM SCREAM, "he just should have blown up the New York Times building instead," and Annie would then dive into Babs' crack that had this warm heady flavor, as Babs would tell her bed time stories like the blacks in New Orleans were better off now because they were pretty far down in the pile before and anything has got to be better than that, and I can't disturb my beautiful mind with things like insane wars and torture and slaughter.
And Annie would rub her seven and three quarters inch dick between Babs' doughy breasts and Babs would feast on Annie's loveliness, because she was beautiful, as who could not be when they wore evening gowns in the middle of the morning or afternoon. And Annie just had that je ne sais pas or whatever, Babs mused, thinking, Georgie W. should take care of the filthy French next, and Babs would reach her arthritic hands to Annie's dick and put it in her elderly mouth as Annie would ride her, screaming out,