It was such a strange feeling to have almost a full eight years of hard living under my belt and be standing in my old territory in the modern world o...nly a few hours after I had disappeared. The conflicting timelines were heavy on my mind, but I tried to put a good face on it and smiled like I didn’t have a care in the world. Old faces that teased my memory looked at me like I was late for an appointment and I wanted to shout out, “I’ve been in fucking Gettysburg and marched with Sherman. . I like a sweaty body and licks my shoulder and flicks my nipple chuckling as she reacts to my surprise looking at my facial reaction as I look at her I quickly kiss her in her as she is surprised to my quickness tongue swirling inside hers but slowed in forte to slow our kiss more passionately to see the mood and doing so I was feeling her body and sprinted my hand down between her legs and squeezing her kitty slitty like a six pack and circling it arousing her as she reacts by spreading em. Then Leann came in the kitchen. Smiling from ear to ear."You look pretty happy," I said."Oh, Mom, oh, thank you so much. I can just never, ever thank you enough. It was perfect. Neal was perfect. Now, I see what I've been missing." I hear you're interested in, um, joining in, so to speak." Oh, Neal told you, huh? Yeah, I was just thinking that we could, I don't know, maybe make it a family thing, sometimes. Am I awful?" No, honey, probably just horny like I was at your age. I just never would. ’ Victor smiled at her assessment. ‘They don’t seem to like each other very much either!’ he said by way of agreement. ‘I’m Victor Freeman, call me Victor.’ She blushed, and that surprised him. ‘Angela Campbell and please call me Angela, or Angie, or anything really,’ she replied, that smile crossing her face again as she held out her small cool hand, which he took and held briefly before relinquishing it. He loved her accent, a lowland one he thought, quite different from the highland lilt..