"Puzzled, she held them out. He took them in his own and looked at them a moment; then he turned them palm up and looked at them a little longer. He s...ook his head in wonder. "What?" she asked. "I remember your hands, Carol. They're just like I remember. Exactly." "Really?" She looked at him with a touch of wonder in her own eyes. "Yes." He looked up. "And your smile--and those sparkling eyes."She showed him both, and coyly asked, "And do you remember the rest of me?" She giggled. "I'm sorry. I. "Oh? Is that so?"Wincing, Emma looked up at Connor. "Well, I do like the Pats as well." You can't fool me," Conner shot back. "I'll bet you're one of thosegirls who just like watching Tom Brady run around in tight fittingpants." Can you blame a girl for that?" No, I guess not," Connor snickered. "Of course, I can do something thathe can't."Coyly, Emma tilted her head. "Ho? Like what?"After draping his arm about Emma's shoulder, Conner leaned over andplanting a quick kiss on Emma's lips. "Can he. He sez that the southern states just can’t compete with the factories, supplies, and the number of troops that the Union has. He thinks the war will be over by next year.’ Red nodded and said, ‘I saw that back in ’62. It was hard getting supplies with the 29th. , even that early in the war. We usually had to provide our own weapons, food, and horses. I thought it would go sideways quicker than it has.’ ‘Pa sez that there ain’t no quit in the southern boys, he just doesn’t think their bravery. This and everything else they did. And for that very reason I was going to have far more orgasms than these two perverts put together. There was no doubt in my mind.But it wouldn't end there. And I don't just mean that they would be free to use me and abuse me as often as they liked. The humiliation would continue when I left here looking like a freshly fucked slut and everyone that I came into contact with realized that I had been in here fucking my uncle and his son.As all this was going.