>ywn live in a timeline where the South won the Civil War
>the Confederate States Army will never field a modernized version of the famed Columbus Depot Jacket (five/six rows of buttons, gray/jean wool, blue service cuffs and collar)
>the South will never declare war on Nazi Germany after Ribbentrop's repeated insults and lies
>ywn be a Confederate paratrooper fighting in Holland 1945-errr I mean '44 as part of Operation Market Garden
>ywn ambush a German transport truck one morning on a dusty Dutch road
>ywn laugh as you easily slaughter the SS with your BAR, forged by legendary Mormon gunsmiths in Utah, who flee in terror at the sight of Southern valor
>ywn hear banging on the truck door and cautiously open it with weapon at the ready
>ywn be immediately greeted by a nine month pregnant and very horny Anne Frank, who was locked up inside
>Anne will never instantly become enamored with with your Columbus Depot jacket, gray like her eyes, beautiful, yet simple, lacking any of the haughty and frivolous decorations of German uniforms
>Anne will never claim to know a good sniper's spot and offer to lead you to it
>ywn accept, oblivious to what she actually has planned
>Anne will never lead you inside an abandoned windmill and lock the door, saying she's not going to let you out until she's had her way with you
>Anne will never tear open her comically small dress
>ywn become instantly hard at the sight of her massive tits, naked swollen belly, popped navel, and gnarly muff, unshaved for nine whole months
>Anne will never push you down before you have a chance to unbutton your jacket, saying she wants to fuck you with it on
>Anne will never mount you like a pony
>ywn fuck like crazy for what seems hours
>ywn feel the exhiliation of popping your load inside Anne's tight pussy
>Anne will never squeal with joy as you fill her with your hot goo
>Anne will never get get off you, only to climb her way up to your mouth and proceed to face fuck you and until you suck her dry
>ywn get driplets of cum and breastmilk all over your Columbus Depot jacket
Existence is pain
