A couple hour later, Jeff returns. He hands me a boastfully yellow envelope. I open it up to find a new recommendation, social security act, ID, and a prepaid earpiece. I open up my passport and see a fairly Recent epoch picture show of me. The epithet reads"Oliver Lucas Porter."

"Sorry you couldn't select the new name. We did allow you to restrain Lucas with it."Jeff tells me.

I look at my phone and give up my contacts to chance only one name.

"heather P."

"So Mr. Oliver, do you have any questions for me ?"Jeff asks.

I shake my head as I try to align myself to my new reality.

I spend the next four hebdomad in the hospital regaining my speciality. I had to attend physical therapy sessions about three to four times each day. My Doctor of the Church and therapist both had to avail me try and tolerate on my two feet and keep me balanced the first hebdomad. Then it was a matter of walking and completing certain strong-arm exercises to show that I had regained critical motor skills to function normally. After being in a coma for five months, lying in bed the whole metre, my stage were weak to say the least. My whole body felt weak and frail. I did the best I could in the month of recovery to eat, gain weight, and retrain my body to officiate somewhat normally.

One morning, I take a good look at myself in the mirror, after attending a physical therapy session. I have scars on my facial expression, down my thorax, and my arms. They're a lasting reminder of the torture that Clark put me through back at the motel. I have a new name and new personal identity now. But that will never unmake the yesteryear of who I was. My scars will always remind me of who I was.

After a month of forcible therapy, I'm discharged from the hospital. I get into an SUV with Jeff. The driver takes us to a buck private field in Maryland outside of DC. Jeff explains to me along the way that I'm leaving the country and have no luck of coming back whatsoever.

"Oliver, the day that Luke shot and killed Mr. Taylor, it sparked and created consequences that can never be fixed. The damage is done. To avoid paying the price for what your activeness did, you must go out and NEVER come back. A lot of people were involved in faking the death of Lucas Emmett Kelly Smith and giving you a new identity all while keeping a low-profile. THIS is the merely way you can keep Luke's home safe. Do I form myself clear ?"

I take a deep breather and acknowledge him. It hurts that I never got to say goodbye to my family. I was going to miss them for sure. But in all comeliness, I should be dead right now. It's a miracle I even recovered from my combat injury I sustained while trapped in that motel. I try to see the shiny slope in all this. I'm being given the opportunity to start life all over again. A new figure, fresh outset, and new beginning !

We arrive at the airfield. The SUV takes us to a private hanger where I'm greeted by the quite a little of a private jet, two pilots, and a flying attendant. Jeff gives me a suitcase before we step out of the vehicle.

"You have all your important documents in this briefcase. Additionally, you have in here your bank information with routing numbers and approach to an offshore account we have given you to fund your permanent wave stoppage in Italy, your new home."

We walk towards the airplane as he continues to explain what I need to acknowledge.

"Also Mr. Joseph Oliver porter, you will encounter an automatise text upon landing. It will reveal your new town of residence and how to get there, well-nigh likely by gear. Once you get to your terminal destination, you are to text the sole contact on your phone that you have arrived. They will set your transportation from there to your new home."

Jeff finishes what he has to say and asks with a smile if I have any questions.

"No sir."

Jeff extends his hand toward me.

"wellspring then Mr. Oliver Porter, my employment here is done. It's been a prerogative and I wish you the best of hazard in your newfound freedom."

We exchange men and I thank him for everything as we part fashion. It's been about a month since Jeff introduced me to my new name of Oliver Porter, but it's still unearthly. All my aliveness I've been Lucas Kelly Smith. Gospel According to Luke for short. But that someone no longer exists.

I am soon greeted by the pilots and the pin-up flight of steps tender as I step onboard the aircraft, bound for Italian Republic. I have my briefcase and a humble baggage with some clothes. I get settled quickly onboard. It takes only minute for the woodworking plane to taxi and hit the runway. As we accelerate down the runway and become airborne, I take a flavor out the window and see everything I'm leaving derriere. So recollective USA.

It's a hanker flight of stairs all the way to Italy. I try to observe myself fussy in the air. The briefcase that Mr. Jeff gave me included a laptop.

I do a lot of research on bread and butter in Common Market, the beautiful village I'm supposed to move to, the basic principle of speaking Italian, etc. I am not capable to catch some Z's one bit. My Flight concomitant onboard the plane with me is named Emily. She takes great care of me. Always checking up and seeing how I'm doing. The private jet I'm on is very grand ! My seat reclines into a bed and I have my own office space within my seating area. It's very private, and me feel important for some understanding. On the outside of my seating area, there's a mates of couches, former ass, as well as a mini bar. Emily, my stewardess, has a seat near the front of the aircraft, close to the galley where she preps my meals. We have conversations throughout the flight whenever she checks up on me.

"Can I get you anything Mr. O. Henry ?"

Emily would ask me every so often. Still feels weird to be addressed by my new name.

Eventually I step out of my cubicle, as I like to telephone it, and make my way towards the back of the aircraft and to the miniskirt bar. I grab a beer from the fridge and sit down on the couch beside it. I push the call button remote and signal for Emily to come to me.

"What can I get for you Mr. William Sydney Porter ?"

I ask her for a nursing bottle of Irish Gaelic Whiskey and two glasses. Emily returns momentarily and pours the whiskey in both drinking glass.

"Is there a reason you wanted the extra glass Mr. door guard ?"she asks.

I smile at her and nod.

"Please call me Oliver. And yes, I'd like for you to sit down and join me, if you're ok with that."

Emily kindly refrains from doing so saying she's on the job and in uniform and all this other nonsense, but I try to convince her regardless to sit and pledge a toast with me.

"C'mon Emily, just one boozing. You've been so kind to me on this new journey of mine. I'm a new man ! If I'm being honest, you're technically the low gear woman I've interacted with since having changed my identity."

I can see Emily is hesitant at first, but eventually she loosens her grip.

"Ok Joseph Oliver, just one drink."

I grab my drinking glass and rise mine up with hers.

"Cheers."

We both drink the whisky in one draught. Emily sits down beside me on the couch as we engage in conversation. I tell Emily as lots as I can about who I was without revealing too many details. I don't give her my previous name or where I'm from for prudence. As a thing of fact, from what Emily has told me so far about her job, she works for a secret company that transports all sorting of people around the world. Many have had hidden identicalness and assumed name as well. Some were authorities contracts and others were people in Witness Protection. Many she has transported work for the CIA and other administration bureau. So without a doubt in my judgment, I knew I could swear her with telling my story, just without any gens and locating.

I tell her about how I fell in love with a char who had a deranged jealous husband. About what he did to me and to her inside of the motel. How I've been since I've woken up from my coma. Emily sits down and just listens to me peach with a sincere fascination for what I have to say.

"You've been through netherworld and back King Oliver. What's your programme for once you arrive in Italy ?"

I think about it and shrug.

"Honestly, I don't know. I have a set of instructions and selective information on how to get to where I'm supposed to be. But from there, I just have to see what happens."

"And what about the charwoman you fell in short letter with ? Are you ever going to see her again ?"

It's a great question, but I don't even have an answer to that because I don't know when I'm supposed to see her. I kept asking Jeff about reddish blue, but all he would tell me is that she's animated and well. He hinted at me that I'd see her Oklahoman than later.

Suddenly I hear a high-low chime from above. Emily gets up and walks toward the forepart of the plane.

"I'll be back. The captain is calling to check up on me."

I take a good look at my well-disposed stewardess. I never really acknowledge how beautiful she is. She wears on a tight white collared shirt that hugs her mass medium sized breasts and a pitch blackness miniskirt tie around her neck opening. On her heading, she wears a stewardess hat which reminds me of something USN sailors would experience on. Emily has a tight miniskirt skirt on with panty hose on and high heels. Her chick does a marvelous job of showing how round and curvy her ass is. Emily looks to be in her betimes thirty with blond hair and tan skin.

Emily speaks to the original for a few minutes. She makes her way back over to me and sits down.

"Sorry about that Oliver. Just had to assure up on my crew."

"It's all good. No worries."

"Can I get you anything else right now ?"

I shrug."I'm all set. You've been so kind to me. It feels skillful to be able to talk to soul about all the diddlysquat I've been through the last year."

Emily stares at me with sort eyes and sympathy. With her sitting just inches from me, I eye her up and down really admiring her look. Her cleavage exposed to me and her crossed legs showing me how thick her ass is from the sides. For the showtime time in a hanker time, I'm feeling something I haven't felt since I've awoken from my coma : wild blue yonder clump !

I'm able to discreetly keep my erection hidden without drawing any attention. However, Emily clearly sees me eyeing her and enjoying the vista.

"Oliver, you've been through so a great deal pain and suffering. I can't conceive of what you're feeling right now. I wish I could take away away all the suffering that you're feeling and be able to guarantee that you'll be ok."She tells me this as she reaches over and grabs my hand. I feel like I might just explode in my pant ! My cock hurts from the pressure sensation of my legs keeping it tucked down !

"Thanks Emily. As practically as this sucks, I like to look at the convinced face of this and call back that this is just a new adventure I'm about to begin. I'm a new man and this is a new beginning. So out with the old and in with the new."

Emily flashes a grin at me.

"I like that ! That's a great way to think of this berth !"

Still holding onto my handwriting, she clears her throat and looks me in the eyes.

"So King Oliver, about this new risky venture ... ..can I help you celebrate your newfound freedom ?"

A bit confused, I ask her what she means.

She then stands up excitedly, and base on balls to the back of the plane. She reaches into the miniskirt gang loo and pulls out her overnight luggage. Inside of it, she reaches in and takes out a small pink bag.

I'm still a little confused as she makes her way back over to me and onto the sofa.

"Open this for me sweetie ?"

I grab the pink bag from Emily and unzip it. My middle widen when I stare at the contents of the bag. A bottle of lotion, condoms, anal plug, lubricating substance, and perfume.

I'm speechless at initiative but I'm able to mouth up.

"I'd love to celebrate my new freedom with you."I tell her.

Emily shifts herself and sits onto my lap. She gets very close to my brass and whispers,

"I knew you would. Now lets have some mile-high fun."

With that, our lip touch and lock.

We start slow at first until I feel Emily's spit invade my rima oris. We fondle and embrace each other as our lingua wrestle each former. My hands reach down to her shank and reach below as I get a upright feel of her firm ass nerve. My stewardess begins to travail herself on my private parts as I rub her ass. I feel her legs shift on each side as she kicks off her dog. As I shove my tongue down Emily's throat, all I can think about are my Mary Jane coming back to life ! The way her hair coppice on my face and neck. How she smells of lavender and cocoanut oil. Her breath tasting minty with the oddment of the whisky we both indulged. All the piece thinking how horny I was at the Sami fourth dimension ! Emily has my cock at the hardest it's been in months ! Oh the joy of being able to fulfill my sexual impulse after such a great drought ! She continues to grind herself on me as we kiss.

Eventually, I pull her off me just to breathe !

She laughs when I do so.

"Too much ?"

I pull myself up and stand facing her.

"Hmmm ... I'd say more like not enough !"

I pull myself close to her and start to kiss her neck biting it gently as my manpower begin to unbutton her shirt. Emily closes her oculus moaning softly enjoying the tickling sensations of my kiss and nibbling. I unbutton her shirt completely and pull it off exposing her white lacy bra. Reaching behind her back, my paw swiftly find her straps. I hear the magic click as her bra falls down onto the storey. With her black tie still around her cervix, I take a good look at her raw breasts in awe. Emily has medium sized breasts that are perky with tempered pap. I stand staring at those beautiful globes in battlefront of me. With a smile, she takes my hands and puts them up to her breast.

"Stop staring and savour them already."

Immediately I'm taken out of my trance. I sit back onto the couch behind me. Emily gets back onto my lap as I take her titty and rub them back and forth against my human face. I grab her left tit and proceed to gently lick her hardened nipple. Emily continues to groan softly as I switch around licking each of her breasts and nipples. I find the courage, and bite them as I hold her down on my lap to hold back her from squirming.

"Oh YES ! Oh YES Oliver !"My hostess encourages me to nibble on her teat. I proceed to massage her tit for a trivial while as we continue to kiss and hug each other. Emily then decides that it's clock time to cover. She pushes her way off my lap as she stands up. She turns around and bends over, pulling her skirt down in the process, leaving me the perfect opinion of her step-in and pantyhose. She gives me a side glance smiling as she bends back down and slowly pulls off her thin smuggled scanty, exposing her bare ass and thick-skulled twat back talk. She tosses them to the side and backs her way into my nerve. I take my workforce and smack them hard against the sides of her business firm curvy ass. She grunts loudly each time I do so. I continue to play around with Emily's ass slapping it and watching her impudence jiggle. She shakes her buns in my look as she bends over bringing it close to my face giving me an astound whiff of her pussy and ass.

"Taste me Oliver."

I take my tongue and set about to eat the plication of her clitoris as my nose is buried into her asshole. I circle my natural language around her outer pussy mouth, eventually making its way up to her ass. I open Emily's ass wide as I can, allowing her to goggle her delicious kettle of fish. With two fingers, I bury them late into her ass causing her to gasp.

"YES ! finger my tight ass !"

My fingers slowly push deeper into Emily's ass. I push them in and out. Repeatedly. Emily begs for more increasing her dirty talk.

"digit THAT ASSHOLE ! nookie ! ! That's the maculation ! ! !"

Emily takes ascendence once again stepping forward away from me.

She reaches into her pink bag and pulls out her lubricator and seat wad. She pours a generous quantity of lube on her helping hand and then her hoopla. She reaches behind herself and slowly fingers her son of a bitch. Emily lays back onto the lounge and passes me her cud.

"Do me a favour hun and put this mug up my ass please ?"

I didn't need to hear her say THAT twice ! I grab her sparking plug and align it with her dark puckered hole. Emily spreads her peg apart to score it easier for me. She spreads her asscheeks and gapes her hole allowing me to put the hack deep into her without any worry. With my hand covered in lube, I lean into Emily and begin to kiss her once again as I play with her button. She groans as she pulls me closer and kiss me enjoying the sense. Emily pulls me away.

"You've done enough for me Oliver. Now let me return the favor !"

Emily pulls my shirt off and tosses it to the side. She signals for me to stand up. She grabs my belt and unbuckles it. She then yanks down my pants and underwear together, allowing my cock to finally stand at attending freely ! She takes a few seconds to admire the size and look of it. Emily then force me hard back into the couch and climbs her way on top of me.

"I want you to just relax and face me in the eyes. Can you do that for me ?"I nod with lust as I watch Emily get back off of me and bend her knee down onto the floor in front of me. She takes her tongue and swivel it around my helmet. She licks my tip and slowly licks her way up and down my shaft. I grunt enjoying the very companion sensation of being licked like an ice ointment strobile. Violet just loved doing that for me while she sucked me off. Oh how it's felt like eld since we've last seen each other ! Emily then begins to suck me off slowly at first but increases her pacing bobbing her headway up and down. She stares at me as she does so obviously enjoying the fact that I'm in the heat of the here and now enjoying it all ! She then surprises me next when I feel her forefinger squeeze play into my asshole !

"Oh jack ! What the FUCK ? ?"

Emily continues to bob her head up and down faster chocking on her saliva with my precum. Emily releases her back talk from my dick to regain some air. She smirks at me catching her breathing space.

"Do you like this ?"

I shake my heading excitedly with her finger still up my ass.

"I was not expecting that at all !"

Emily smirks again.

"Good."

With that, she begins to finger my ass as her back talk make way to my ballock. She engulfs my entire sack into her sass and begins to suck on them while fingering me.

My oculus were practically rolled to the spine of my promontory ! Who is this woman ? ? I could not believe what a monstrosity my Flight attender is ! Emily then licks my testicle sac all the way up to my dig. She does this for a few minutes until I'm unable to treat the office any longer.

"Emily, I'm going to cum right now !"

She pulls her finger out of my ass tug me off intensely ! As soon as her backtalk touch the tip of my cock, I erupt and spill my massive loads down her throat ! This being my first orgasm in almost six months, I'm shocked to see the amount of jizz shooting out of me into Emily's mouth ! And she takes ALL of it, struggling to keep from spitting some out.

Once I'm able to calm down, Emily pulls herself up breathing heavily.

"That was weirdo ! I've never swallowed or seen a consignment so big ! You scared me for a moment, I felt like I was drowning in cum !"

"wellspring, five month in a comatoseness will do that to you ya know."I tell her laughing.

She playfully shoves me as she stands up.

"Can I get you some pee ?"

I nod as I start to feel the hunger kick in. I watch her walk away to the ship's galley to get us some drink. She's completely naked only leaving on her black tie around her neck and her pantyhose. I look at the glistening backside plug up inside her ass.

As soon as we're both hydrated, Emily gets onto my lap and adjusts my hammer with her pussy. She sits down slowly onto my lap with a big pant as she takes my stallion shaft up inside of her. Before she can start riding me, we hear the skipper make an promulgation on the PA.

"Just a top dog up Emily and Joseph Oliver, we're about to enter a storm with moderationist to grave turbulence, so please sit down and clasp up until we turn off the seatbelt sign giving you the all-clear that it's safe to go about the cabin."

We hear a high chime as the master illuminates the seatbelt sign.

"Damnit ! Just when the real fun was about to bulge out !"Emily exclaims.

That's when my learning ability gets a light light bulb idea.

"Why plosive now ? I'm already inside of you locked and make to go. Why don't we let the Sturm und Drang do the workplace for us here eh ?"

Emily's eye widen with excitement.

"I'm totally up for that !"

She begins to grind her hip joint on me as she slowly starts to bounce on my shaft. She slowly rides my slam bouncing up and down, keeping my dick hardened inside her. A few arcminute pass and suddenly the planing machine shakes with great force. I grab onto Emily's waist for support, keeping her sweetie on top of me so she doesn't twilight. The woodworking plane begins to kick downstairs around up and down aggressively. The turbulence was definitely uncollectible than temper. I continue to hold onto Emily as the woodworking plane bounces up and down. With the Sturm und Drang shaking the woodworking plane, Emily shifts up and down on my cock. We both moan together enjoying the opinion of Mother Nature doing the study for us.

"Fuck YES Joseph Oliver ! Fuck me !"Emily screams.

Smiling, I sit back and relax as I let the turbulence do it's affair and fuck Emily.

The turbulence went on for about 10 minutes as Emily rode me. Eventually, the Sturm und Drang went from shaking the plane up and down to side to side, allowing Emily to grind herself on my tool.

"Oh King Oliver, I'm going to cum baby ! !"

With the help of the turbulence, I'm able-bodied to take over. I pull her finisher to me as I begin to shake my body up and down increasing my step. Emily begs for me to fuck her faster as I enjoy the sounds of her shrieking and my dick clapping her cheeks.

"FUCK ! ! !"She screams with her paw wrapped around my neck.

I feel Emily cream herself on my dick as I slow down and pull her off of me.

"Oh My ! That was phenomenal Oliver ! And the turbulence ? ? Incredible ! !"

We catch our breaths once more. I was on the verge of cumming again so my dick stayed hard. Emily lays down on the couch catching her breath. I glance down at her naked sweaty torso. Her glistening sparking plug caught my attending once again.

"How about I interchange that plug of yours and fill your ass up with my cock ?"

Emily gives me a dirty smile.

"Go for it !"

I slowly reach for her plug. I pull it out very slowly until it completely emerges exposing Emily's gaping asshole.

"Fill me up !"

I grab her and skimpy her cover into the corner of the sofa and spread her legs blanket apart. With one knee on the trading floor and the former on the end of the couch, I grab my dick and easily infix it totally into her cocksucker. Emily's eyes widen as she gasps.

"FUCK !"

With my orgasm coming, I quickly pick up my pace and fuck her tight ass thrusting roughly in and out of her.

"C'mon Oliver ! Fuck my loaded asshole dude ! I'm not afraid of that big cock of yours in my butthole ! ass ME HARDER ! !"

As I continued to Egyptian pound this horny stewardess in the ass, I grab her breasts and bite down hard on her mamilla causing her to yell even more ! My second orgasm being moments away, I then pull my cock out and thrust the entirety of it into her pussycat as I release my minute load trench into Emily.

"screw ! ! ! Cum in my pussy ! ! YES ! ! !"

My second load was almost as big as my kickoff ! As soon as I'm empty, I pull out of her and endure up.

"Taste my seed you stewardess whore !"

I reach into her pussy and dig the oddment of my freight out of her. Emily seize my hand and shoves my finger's breadth in her mouth licking up my touchwood.

"Hmmm, so delicious you are."

With that, Emily stands up and kisses me.

"hope you're satisfied with your newfound freedom celebration."

"That was incredible ! Started off with a strike !"I said jokingly.

Emily cleans herself up as she prepares the aircraft for arrival. I'm able to wash up and clean house our arena up while we start our descent into Italia. meter flies when you're having a great time !

As soon as the wheels touch the undercoat, I receive an machine-controlled text subject matter."WELCOME TO Genoa, Italia ! NEXT period FOR YOU MR. PORTER IS VERNAZZA"it reads.

I look up the location on my phone using the function. The libertine way to get there is by train. From the looks of it, the gear place is a few blocks from the airport and has regular service of process to and from the region of Vernazza. The future train folio in about 45 proceedings. Once the plane is completely stopped and parked at the hangar, Emily opens up the main cabin room access and the flight deck door for the pilots.

She makes an proclamation on the PA,

"Welcome to Genoa Italian Republic !"

I grab my cup of tea and walk to to the straw man of the planing machine.

"trade good luck Mr. Cole Albert Porter on all your time to come endeavors."Emily gives me a hug acting polite and professional as both of the pilot burner are in good deal of us. If only they knew about her trivial"solemnization"she did for me.

"Thanks for everything Emily. God speed and I wish you well."

I say my thanks to both archetype for the safe flight and make my way into the airdock which leads to a diminished terminal.

After clearing customs in the common soldier hangar, I head inside the depot. I'm surprised to see a gentleman in a case holding a sign with the name"Oliver Porter."

"Mr. doorkeeper ?"He asks me as he sees me staring at the sign for a trivial bit.

I greet him as he tells me that he is my transferral to the gear station. I thank him as he helps me with my travelling bag to the taxi. As we drive along the coast of Italy, I stare at the shining and clear blue piss and the lush greenery all around me. I really think I'm gon na like it here !

I'm thankful for Mr. Roberto, the hack driver, for the ride to the train post as it was about a 15 hour drive away from the airdrome, not a few blocks as I initially thought it to be. We arrive at the post and Mr. Roberto helps me with my handbag into the station.

"Train 7 will come shortly and will strike you to Vernazza."

"Thank you Mr. Roberto for your benignity and help."I deal him a tip in hard currency for his hospitality. We part ways as I wait for my train to admit me to my new home.

The waiting is short and I'm able to hop on the wagon train over to Vernazza.

The ride took just under two time of day. I look at the epithet of the gear stop I'm instructed to get off at. I grab my bags and read/write head to the lobby domain of the station. I remember Jeff's instructions about texting the only contact on my phone. I text"ARRIVED"to a"broom P."on my speech sound. I'm still confused as to who this ling is. Is she a go usher ? A local villager who happens to make love Jeff ? Almost immediately, my headphone vibrates and receives a reply."I'll be there shortly."

About an hour of waiting, I'm almost ready to address this Scots heather person. It's been a tenacious journey getting here and all I wanted to do in my new rest home is to get a gracious meal and some sleep.

"Mr. Porter ?"

I turn to face the oddly comrade vocalization and I'm surprised to see Heather ... also known as Violet Taylor !

"violet ? ?"

With tears in her eyes, violet embraces me.

"I can't believe you're finally here ! ! I've waited so long for you ! !"

As Violet holds onto me with darling life, I'm finally able to let reality dip in and I lean into her and plant a kiss on her diffused lips. We kissed passionately for some time holding each other, trying to wee the moment close. Finally, we're capable to let go of each other.

"C'mon King Oliver, let's get you home."

She helps with my cup of tea as we walk together out of the train station and outside. She has a vehicle ready for us with a driver. We get in, and the driver takes us out of the city area and private road along the sea-coast. reddish blue and I are greeted by spectacular aspect of the slide with beautiful urine, James Jerome Hill and boozer Green valleys, and architecture of surrounding Village and townspeople. Violet holds my hand in the car as we stay quiet enjoying the persuasion. After about a half 60 minutes drive, the number one wood pulls off onto a face road which takes us down to a diminished Village near the beach. He makes another act and drops us off along a secluded dock.

"Grazie signore !"reddish blue tells the number one wood as she tips him. We get out of the vehicle and walk along the wharf that is lined up with small gravy holder. Violet takes me to a small gravy holder and loads up my stuff onto it. I noticed in modest black lettering the epithet"Cole Albert Porter"on the face of the boat.

"So, I take that we're the Katherine Anne Porter huh ?"

reddish blue looks at me with a big grinning on her face.

"Yes indeed we are darling. Please allow me to insert myself to you Oliver. My name is Heather. Heather Porter ... .your wife."

Heather reaches over and candy kiss me.

All of this smell surreal ! !

"Well nice to officially satisfy you Heather."

I give her a kiss back.

heather unties our sauceboat from the wharfage, and begins to manoeuver us across the Ligurian Sea seaport to a secluded village where our dwelling is located.

We spend time catching up with our life. Calluna vulgaris has changed a lot since we've last seen each early, the horrifying night we had at the motel. Her tegument is darker with a better tan from the mood of our new home. Scots heather is now a brunet with full-strength hair cut short-circuit. She's lost some weight as her soundbox is more gymnastic.

We then hash out about her human relationship with Jeff and who he was. She tells me that they both attended range school together all their lives. How he was like a brother to her. She tells me that Jeff was in the Department of mother country Security back in the US and how he had powerful connections around the Earth. That explained how he was able to traverse up the murder of her husband, a special ops Navy cachet. Jeff had a team of mass dispose of Clark Taylor and falsify our dying to void our mob being in danger for the murder of Mr. Joseph Deems Taylor. Once violet ( Heather ) knew that I was going to be ok, when I was in a medically induced coma, Jeff set up her alias and sent her over to Italy calendar month in advancement to earmark me to recover while she set up our new home. ling continued the conversation with telling me how she traveled all around the rural area and befriended many locals in the settlement. She told me her Italian was getting sound each day and she could not wait to learn me !

We then arrive at a small sorrel with a distich of other sauceboat. I grab my bag as Heather leads the way up the Alfred Hawthorne. We get to the top and shit our way to a individual path which takes us to a beautiful minuscule firm overlooking the seashore and a great sentiment of our Village.

"So settle in Luke ... .I mean Oliver haha. That's going to be quite an readjustment to get used to."

We both laugh as I drop my bags into our room. Heather gives me the grand tour of our theater. She takes pride in showing me her garden in our backyard. She stops and then stares at me. God, how gorgeous my married woman is !

"Oliver, I've so happy and relieved you're alive. I don't know how I could ever thank you for what you did for me that dark back in the motel."

I walk over to heather and wrap my arms around her. We lean into each other with our foreheads touching.

"Calluna vulgaris, you saved me that night. All I could recollect about was you. How I could not stick out to live the ease of my life without you. I did what I had to do. There are consequences to what my natural action did. We won't ever be able to take back to the US or see our menage again, but none of that matters because I have all I need right here in strawman of me."

Heather and I leaned closer. We shared a deep passionate buss as married man and married woman.

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We continued our candy kiss as my pecker penetrated Heather's stringent pussy. It had been so long ! Together we fuck in unison on our bed, rocking it.

"brand sexual love to me baby. I want you deeper in me !"Heather cried.

I sink my face into the pillow beside her typeface as I begin to get a familiar notion of an orgasm approach. ling bites down on my articulatio humeri begging for more.

My hands rub her body all over. From her breasts with her newly pierced mamilla, all the way down her waist. I massage her warm sweaty trunk as I thrust my cock in and out of her pussy. Once I hit my sexual climax, Calluna vulgaris began to scream.

"I'm cumming baby ! JUST LIKE YOU ! ! !"

It was a beautiful smell. It hurt so bad as I continued to pound her bod as our tongues engulfed each former. I keep pumping my cock in and out. Hard, but slowly as we both tried to enchant our breathes. In the same way that people see their lives flash before their eyes right before dying, I saw my life story flashing with every moment I've shared with Heather back when we were Luke and violet. Our first night together when I helped her mickle with a"crappy"dilemma she had going on. Our vacation to Mexico with me and my college friends. Sharing her with her baby Linda. Our separation during the time her ex husband took over her living. Our days locked up in that motel by that psychotic. How he tortured me and raped her. And of path the screams. The terrible screams after the gun went off. I saw ALL of those minute when my orgasm hit Heather backbreaking. We lay down together catching our breaths.

"Oliver ?"

"Yes infant ?"

"I love you."

I lean into my wife kissing her showing my lovemaking for her. From that item on, I knew that no topic what challenges we faced, we'd be alright. We had each other. That's all that mattered. New public figure, new lives, new beginnings. Heather will always carry a special billet in my affection. Heather. Or as how I once knew her ... VIOLET.

THREE YEARS LATER ... ... ....

My heart is pounding. I see him !

"WHAT THE FUCK ? ? GET BACK IN YOUR SEAT NOW BITCH ! ! ! ! !"

He screams at me and grasp for his pouch knife on the bed. That same tongue that he has used to flog my cheek, arms, and chest. The cold water to the grimace gives me enough adrenaline to catch the gun on the nightstand. He shoves me to the floor. I hit my head with a loud thud ! My imaginativeness starts to blur as we wrestle, both of us trying to overcome each other.

Suddenly, the gun goes off. BANG ... BANG ! ! !

"NOOOOOOOOOOOO ! ! ! ! ! !"

I wake up drenched in sweat. I try to enchant my breath and regain my composure.

"What is it baby ? !"ling wakes up startled, after my tossing and turning awakening from my nightmare.

"I keep seeing him ! It's the Same screwing incubus all over again ! I can't sleep ! !"

broom seize me and embrace me while caressing my point. She begins to shush me while comforting me telling me it's ok.

"Shhhh ... it's ok. It's just a flashback baby. You need to let it go. It's been three yr. It's all in the past tense. I need you to just catch one's breath for me. Go outside and get some unused air if you need to."

Taking her advice, I kiss her. I get out of bed, and pass to our little kitchen. I wash my face with cold water and drink a cup for hydration.

I walk out the front door and down our secret route. The stars are bright in the sky and the lunar month is in total upshot. It's a gorgeous even as the lunar month reflects upon the coastline in our lilliputian settlement.

I stop once I reach the cliff, close to the trail that's connected to the relief of the little Village in this Italian part. Our Greenwich Village is very remote with absolutely no accession to cars. Only way in is by boat or helicopter.

I stop and think about how my life has dramatically changed in the lowest few years. Ever since I came back dwelling house from college for the summertime. I think about my kinfolk that I left behind back in the US. I miss them so much ! But I know that I can never return. I'm a ghost. Violet is a ghost. We went through something so traumatic and tragic that day. The day that changed our whole lives forever. We both died that day. We were given new biography. New aliases. A brisk commencement, on the one precondition that we could never go back home. Ever.

It's a quiet and peaceful place here and I've adjusted well to it all. I work at a local mart and I also fish by the glide for a living. ling sells jewelry and other accoutrement all around Town to the tourist that come from around the humans. life history is in effect but I still deal with my monster I just can't let go. They haunt me and study me back to that day when the world as I knew it came crashing down ! They come in the form of nightmare mostly. I've gotten better as metre has gone by, but they're still there. If it wasn't for ling, I don't think I could ever handle it. The awe. The guilt feelings. The trauma. It's a permanent scar for animation that I can only treat but can never heal. Don't get me wrong, she needs me just as much as I need her. What we both went through that day ... I'm surprised she's been so secure for me. I sit down on a big Boulder, overlooking the sea-coast. I close my eyes. I take deep breaths. I listen to the calm phone of the breeze and the waves of the water crashing into shore. It's the practiced curative for me to settle down myself down. The best way that I can describe it is a pacification beyond understanding that embraces me ... telling me that everything is going to be alright.

I get up and bug out to run. I feel the child's play against my grimace and I run faster ! I run down the trail taking me throughout some local anesthetic Greenwich Village along the coast. Time fly by because when I stop to enchant my breath, I look toward the eastward and see the sun beginning to rise. I walk back home with a smile on my brass. Everything is going to be ok ! I take the final turn on the trail and up the hill where my firm is, up a secret pathway. It's time to wake up Scots heather for breakfast, and embark on our day.

I get back home to my married woman who's already up and wake, making breakfast for us.

"Hey sweetie, how was your run ?"

I tell her it was amazing as I give her a hug and a kiss. I go to take a quick shower bath and make my way back to the kitchen. Heather stands by the counter looking incredibly sexy as she brings a bowl of fruit to the table.

"Ready to eat ?"She asks me.

I stare at her as she stands before me with just her intimate lace nightgown on. It's slenderize textile that's see through and gives me a expectant view of her opprobrious step-in and her chest popping out. Underneath the stuff, I can constitute out her two enlarged mamilla that are pierced.

I step closer to my wife and bestow my paw down to her genitals. She closes her eyes and softly moans as I lean penny-pinching to kiss her neck. Just as I suspect, she's moist down in her nether region.

"I'm ready to eat something else."I tell her.

We make our way out to the backyard and to our patio piece of furniture. I place Heather on the out-of-door patio bed in our garden. It's a beautiful place setting for us to make love and get downright kinky. Heather lays back and rips off her night-robe easily, exposing her defenseless bosom.

"Yank my pantie off babe !"

I don't need to pick up her say it again. I pull down her panties as she raises her arse up gently for me to select them off completely. Taking off my shirt, I then lean into my wife's naked body and wrap my arms around her as we kiss. She locks me in her arms kissing me furiously as I try to displume away from her to kiss her depleted body. I hear her breathing heavily as our rim are pressed firmly together. I'm able to expel myself from her grip as I make my way down her body. She grabs her breasts and massages them gently as I kiss my way down her stomach to her navel area and then to my jimmy possession. Heather is freshly waxed for me. Her labia is swollen with her purulent lips closed off. I inhale and get a puff of air of her recent exhibitioner olfactory property. I take my tongue out and use it to spread her puss rim wide assailable. I'm then able to dig into her tunnel as I shove my lingua deeper inside as I grab Heather's peg from underneath to spread them spacious for me.

"Yes my love ! Just like that ! nooky, I'm so wet already !"She cries out.

I take my correctly deal, using two digit and slowly rub the top of her clit to dampen them. Once my finger are wet and lubricated, I insert them slowly inside her pussy as I continue to eat my wife for breakfast. It doesn't take long for her coming to hit as her legs shake in my face and I feel her hand bury my head deeper into her crotch. My wife lets out a sigh of blissful relief.

"Thanks sister. That was wonderful."She tells me catching her breath.

"You're receive my lovemaking. But, there's more where that came from."

I stand up and pull her by her legs closer to me onto the edge of our patio bed. With the height of the bed, my waist is perfectly aligned with her pussy as I stand in between Heather's legs. I pull my underdrawers down all the way with one hand and then ill-treat out of them leaving me naked with my gruelling rooster ready for some action. I press my shaft up against her private parts. I grab my shaft and gently knead the tip against her clit as I use her kitty juice to name it loose for me to slide right in.

Heather nods at me, closing her middle, giving me the initiative signal to exact what's rightfully mine. Once lubricate, I thrust myself all the way inside her, stretching her vaginal rim all-inclusive give.

Heather oink softly taking every inch of my meaty cock like a champ. I've been fucking her for the last few twelvemonth already and it's heavy to see the reaction on her face each time like it's the inaugural clock time we've had sex. I fuck her standing up using my hips to lunge in and out of her as she lays back with her handwriting behind her headland enjoying each thrusting, each time my cock slams deep into her. I grab her left breast with my leftover hand and play with her vertical nipple. She winces as I do so gritting her dentition as her nipples are incredibly sensible after getting them pierced. I love that she decided to pierce them. They make her breasts look sexier and are a physical admonisher of how much of a freak my wife can be.

I squeeze her chest with my left hand switching back and forth as my right wing script holds her justly leg. I continue my jab back and Forth picking up my pace as I go.

I slam my pelvic arch up against her thighs, each fourth dimension listening to the mighty slapping sounds as our body collide. Heather loves this and begs for me to be more unsmooth with her.

"Harder baby ! !"She says.

I slam myself into her second joint, spreading her ramification wider for me to shove my fellow member as thick into her soaking wet sexual love tunnel as I can. I get the sense of an orgasm building up in my sack as I do so. Heather practically screams for me to fuck her harder. It's so nice to throw our own privacy having our plate secluded from any neighbors as we live on a pitcher's mound overlooking the slide. There's been great deal of times where I've fucked Heather outside all around our property.

After some prison term, I pull myself out of my wife.

"Let's change it up my love."I say.

She has a bright smile on her face.

"Put that shaft of yours up my butt darling."

I'm excited hearing her talk like that to me. Heather knows how much I love giving anal retentive. Especially to her.

I lean down and spit down below her pussy as my spit drips below to her bum hole.

With my shiny pecker coated in her pussy juice, I take my shaft and imperativeness my tip against her tight sphincter. We could definitely use lube but I know heather loves a great challenge as the pain merge with pleasure turns her on. I feel her dickhead undetermined as I stretch her out shoving my gibe inch by column inch up inside her guts.

Calluna vulgaris is laid back with her hands pressed against her breasts squeezing them. I take both my work force to rub the crown of her sensitive nipples to enhance her pleasure.

"God I love you baby !"broom screech as she reaches down to play with her clit.

Once my peter is completely swallowed up by her tight back door, I thrust slowly in and out of her hole stretching her out.

We grunt together as I hold onto her leg for funding, letting my hip joint do all the oeuvre. It's amazing how besotted she is after fucking her all her pickle for the last few years.

Eventually, I pull out of her ass, grabbing my shaft. I aim for her pussycat and bear on my way easily inside as I pick up my pace fucking my wife.

"YES ! Fuck ! Switch holes baby ! ass BOTH of them ! !"broom cries out.

I fuck her slit pulling in and out rapidly, and then tear out. I push my tip against her gaping asshole and jostle it up her hind end. I thrust in and out just as fast as I play with her clit in the process. Heather covers her human face with her workforce as I fuck her ass and play with her clit. Her knocker jiggle freely as I thrust in and out of her.

"piece of ass my pussy now baby ! !"

I pull out of her asshole and shove my spear straight into her pussy in one try as my coxa keep thrust in and out. Heather at this distributor point is massaging her button frantically as I continue fucking her kitty-cat at a western fence lizard velocity. Knowing her, she's going to cum for me. She's a water pistol so I'm ready for the crack faucet soon to arrive as I pull out of her pussy again and aim my peg for her welcoming butthole.

"Just like that baby ! ! screwing my ASS ! ! I'm so confining ! I'm going to score a MESS ! !"My married woman informs me.

At this point, I slow myself down and select my meter, pulling in and out of her hindquarters. Something about the slowly thrusts in and out of her whoreson campaign us both brainsick as I watch my ray slide out easily just until my tip is left pressing against her sphincter and then as I push myself into her with my shaft engulfed by her anal channel stretching her out inside.

My wife takes a few deep breaths and then lets out a big scream as she squeezes her tit with one hand and rapidly fingers her clit with the early.

"I'M CUMMING pet ! ! !"She yells with refulgent rapture.

She lets out five powerful squirts of her orgasm succus, one at a metre. Each time she does so her soundbox shifts unsloped with my turncock still up her anus. I feel her ass sinew tighten, squeezing my cock from the force-out of each squirt she lets out, spilling her sexual love all over my low-toned chest, fork, and on her face, soaking our outdoor patio bed.

Pulling out of her, we laugh together.

"That was amazing baby ! You drive me crazy when you climax like that !"I tell her.

"Thanks love. It's all you though. You're the entirely one who's ever made me climax like that."Heather Tell me.

I grab some feeding bottle of water for the both of us inside quickly for rehydration. I still haven't cum yet so we need to switch thing up again.

"I'm going to sit down on the edge of the bed. I want you to sit on my hammer baby. I'm going to fuck your blind drunk asshole again as you ride me."I tell her.

heather mixture obeys my request and promote me down onto the patio bed. She turns around facing forward as I get a phenomenal view of her ass closing to my face. She teases me by wiggling it close to me as I lean in and snog each boldness. She giggles, standing up straight and sitting down slowly on my lap. In doing so, I grab her shank with one manus and use my former to align my rooster with her gawk asshole. Once my tip slides in, broom pant as she sits down completely, holding my wooden leg on her sides for supporting as she slowly raises her pelvic girdle up and down. I feel my stopcock reach her asshole out as I fill her up deep as I can go. My wife oink loudly as she bounces up and down on my rod. We both enjoy this as it's not a typical emplacement we're used to fucking in. I take over for her as I grab both her ass face and raise her butt off my shaft. I watch as my cock slips out of her yawn mess as it smacks my crotch. Her hole drips with ass juice and my precum as I take my scape and slide it right back into her soaked hole. I take my wife's brass and use them to rend her ass up and down my rod as I'm in command. She moans and grunt begging for Sir Thomas More, telling me she's going to cum again if I continue doing what I'm doing. Of course, that motivates me to pick up my pace and fuck her harder and deeper.

At this point, it's really unmanageable for me to oblige back my orgasm, so for my last trick up my arm, I lay back. With my pecker recondite inside my married woman's asshole, I spread her legs wide as I use my hips to pierce up and down as cryptic and heavily as I can. With her body weight on top of me and my coming approaching quickly, I slowly stop my knife thrust and lay my organic structure down, exhausted.

"Suck me dry. I want you to try out your ass and kitty-cat as I cum down your throat."

Scots heather quickly gets off when she hears this. She LOVES tasting herself after a dependable fucking.

heather climbs back into the bed as I sit up allowing her to bend forward and down to my crotch to win memory access to my humanity. She opens her mouth and shoves my shot down her pharynx with no outlet.

"Mmmmmm ...."She grunt with my shaft in her backtalk telling me she loves the relish of her mother fucker and pussy succus.

She then takes my rod out of her backtalk and lap my stick up and down, jerking me off slowly. It's too much for me.

I let out a groan as my married woman opens her lips and shoves my rod back into her warm back talk. My first base eruption hits operose as she slides her hired man down my stick and to my sack as she begins to milk me making sure she gets every last drop of my cum for her. My second, then third eruptions spill deep into Scots heather's sass as she swallows each consignment. She doesn't strike my cock out of her back talk until she's absolutely prescribed that she swallowed every last drop after my fifth or one-sixth eruption.

With that, we finish and lay down in our terrace bed for a while just relaxing during our post-orgasm high up. We embrace each other and kiss for a prison term just enjoying having each other. We've been living our new spirit happily now for over three years. Some days like today, it still doesn't feel real. Everything we've been through together. From where we were when we first met that one fateful day I was getting fix for Spring intermission to now, living in Italy with new names and occupations. All we have is each early. And that's all each of us ever need.

Heather takes my hand as we make our way back inside our dwelling.

"Our breakfast is cold."She tells me with a laugh.

We go about our day and continue on with our liveliness, enjoying every preciously bit we have together.





••••••••EPILOGUE•••••••••

And so that's my narrative. It's been 12 yr since I took my new identity as Joseph Oliver Porter. I was fortunate enough to spend eight years with Heather, my wife. We did everything together when we were given the hazard to pop out all over. We both had a newly startle. A new beginning. With the generous amount of money we were given by Mr. Jeffrey baptistery, we had enough to function half the yr in our village and spend the other half traveling all throughout Europe. Heather loved France, Greece, and Croatia. I've lost count of how many times we visited those countries. I look back at all the places we visited together and I get emotional. I miss her.

One summer morning, about eight years into living together happily married, Heather passed out in our garden. She was in her late fifties at that point in metre and had some small fry wellness subject. I rushed her to our local clinic where the doctor could not find a intellect other than desiccation for her to draw out randomly. We let it go and I continued to monitor her for about a hebdomad. heather was incredibly felicitous during her last workweek spent with me. We had late night sex on the beach and on our boat, drank plenty of wine together, and shared stories of retiring memories together with lots of laughs. After an even out spent walking throughout our hamlet, we went nursing home. Before falling asleep, heather told me she had a cephalalgia. I gave her some medicinal drug and water system before she went to catch some Z's. Before she did, she touched my face and gave me a kiss.

"Thanks for everything my pet. I love you. Goodnight."

With those shoemaker's last words I hold near to my marrow each day, Heather passed away in her sleep. I spent hours the next morning trying to wake her up. I've never wept so hard in my aliveness. She lay lifeless in our bed as I held onto her begging for her to wake up up.

Once the denial phase started to sweep away from me in that instant, I called the clinic to deliver the tragic intelligence. They sent a small medical squad to our house to subscribe to her dead body for an autopsy. heather died in her nap after a rupture brain aneurism. We never saw it coming. The doctors can't even tell me to this day how or why it happened.

I decided to cremate her torso and spread her ash tree in the sea. I took our boat out to sea to spread them. I looked up to the sky and thanked whoever or whatever was out there in the clouds for allowing her to be apart of my life. For saving both our life story back in the motel all those years ago after her psycho ex held us surety. For allowing me to have the opportunity to bulge out all over again and be there for her, endure life with her, and give her everything that she deserved. She was my globe ! I'll never forget her.

I took her ash tree and go around them into the ocean.

"good day Violet."

I've spent the last few years by myself, continuing to live the life that Heather and I enjoyed. I have spent prison term wondering if it was ever going to be safe for me to deliver to the commonwealth. I was well-chosen living a prissy quiet life in Italy. But I needed to move on. detect a new adventure. After all, that's what Violet would have got wanted for me to do. She would give wanted me to do whatever makes me glad. So, I decided to take a risk.

In present day, I hold onto my pass and boarding pass as I take a nates aboard my flight of stairs. I have a one-way ticket to CA. Whatever the risk, whatever the cost, I just knew I had to score it back domicile. To my family unit.

As the woodworking plane speeds down the runway and becomes airborne, I close my middle and charter a deep breath.

"Nervous ?"

I turn to my side and see a friendly passenger. An aged ma'am with a bright smile on her face.

"Oh uh ... yeah just a little bit."I tell her with a nervous jest.

"Bless your kernel darling. First time flying ?"She reaches over to me and catch my paw.

With a grin, I tell her no.

"heading back home to my family. It's been a long time."

"I'm sure they'll be joyful to see you."She says with her brilliant smile.

"I hope so. Thanks for checking up on me."

"You're absolutely receive dear. It's a long escape. We got ta hire tending of each former. What's your name ?"

I hesitate at 1st, taken aback by the question. But I take a deep breath, bosom her hand and feeling at her with confidence and a sense of pride when I tell her.

"My figure is George Lucas John Smith, but you can squall me Luke."

END OF SERIES.

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