A couple hours later, Jeff returns. He hands me a big lily-livered gasbag. I open it up to chance a new recommendation, mixer security number, ID, and a prepaid earphone. I open up my passport and see a fairly recent moving-picture show of me. The name reads"Oliver Lucas Porter."

"Sorry you couldn't opt the new figure. We did allow you to keep Lucas with it."Jeff tells me.

I look at my earphone and unfold up my contacts to ascertain only one figure.

"broom P."

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

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

I spend the succeeding four weeks in the infirmary regaining my enduringness. I had to see physical therapy sessions about three to four prison term each day. My doctor and therapist both had to help me try and stand on my two infantry and keep me balanced the first gear calendar week. Then it was a subject of walking and completing certain physical usage to exhibit that I had regained critical motor acquisition to function normally. After being in a coma for five calendar month, lying in bed the whole time, my legs were feeble to say the to the lowest degree. My whole physical structure felt weak and frail. I did the in effect I could in the month of recovery to eat, make headway system of weights, and retrain my organic structure to work somewhat normally.

One break of day, I take a full look at myself in the mirror, after attending a physical therapy session. I have scars on my side, down my chest, and my branch. They're a permanent wave reminder of the anguish that Clark put me through back at the motel. I have a new name and new identity now. But that will never undo the past of who I was. My scars will always cue me of who I was.

After a month of forcible therapy, I'm discharged from the infirmary. I get into an SUV with Jeff. The driver takes us to a private airfield in Free State outside of DC. Jeff explains to me along the way that I'm leaving the nation and have no chance of coming back whatsoever.

"Oliver, the day that Gospel According to Luke shot and killed Mr. President Taylor, it sparked and created consequences that can never be fixed. The damage is done. To void paying the price for what your actions did, you must leave and NEVER come back. A lot of hoi polloi were involved in faking the last of Lucas Emmett Kelly Smith and giving you a new identity all while keeping a low-profile. THIS is the just way you can keep Luke's menage safe. Do I make up myself clear ?"

I take a deep intimation and acknowledge him. It hurts that I never got to say so long to my family. I was going to neglect them for sure. But in all fairness, I should be deadened right now. It's a miracle I even recovered from my injuries I sustained while trapped in that motel. I try to see the shiny side in all this. I'm being given the opportunity to start aliveness all over again. A new name, refreshful first, and new beginning !

We arrive at the airfield. The SUV takes us to a secret hanger where I'm greeted by the sight of a individual jet, two pilots, and a flight of steps concomitant. Jeff gives me a suitcase before we step out of the fomite.

"You have all your important documents in this briefcase. Additionally, you have in here your banking concern information with routing bit and access to an offshore account we have given you to fund your permanent arrest in Italy, your new home."

We walk towards the airplane as he continues to explicate what I need to know.

"Also Mr. Oliver Porter, you will invite an automated text edition upon landing. It will reveal your new town of abode and how to get there, most in all probability by train. Once you get to your concluding destination, you are to text the lonesome striking on your phone that you have arrived. They will dress 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.

"well then Mr. King Oliver Pullman porter, my work here is done. It's been a privilege and I wish you the outflank of luck in your newfound freedom."

We exchange script and I thank him for everything as we parting ways. It's been about a month since Jeff introduced me to my new gens of King Oliver doorkeeper, but it's still weird. All my life-time I've been Lucas Grace Patricia Kelly metalworker. Luke for unawares. But that individual no longer exists.

I am soon greeted by the original and the pin-up trajectory attendant as I step onboard the aircraft, leaping for Italy. I have my briefcase and a small luggage with some clothes. I get settled quickly onboard. It takes only minutes for the plane to taxi and achieve the runway. As we accelerate down the rail and become airborne, I take a tone out the windowpane and see everything I'm leaving behind. So long USA.

It's a yearn flight all the way to Italy. I try to hold open myself busy in the air. The briefcase that Mr. Jeff gave me included a laptop.

I do a lot of research on living in Europe, the beautiful Village I'm supposed to move to, the rudiments of speaking Italian, etc. I am not able-bodied to catch some Z's one bit. My Flight attendee onboard the plane with me is named Emily. She takes nifty fear of me. Always checking up and seeing how I'm doing. The secret jet I'm on is very voluptuary ! My nates reclines into a bed and I have my own office space within my seating area. It's very private, and me feel authoritative for some reason. On the outside of my seating area, there's a span of sofa, other seats, as well as a mini bar. Emily, my stewardess, has a seat near the front of the aircraft, close to the ship's galley where she preps my meals. We have conversations throughout the flight whenever she checks up on me.

"Can I get you anything Mr. Porter ?"

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

Eventually I step out of my cubicle, as I like to prognosticate 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 sofa beside it. I push the call button remote and signaling for Emily to hail to me.

"What can I get for you Mr. Cole Albert Porter ?"

I ask her for a bottle of Irish whiskey and two deoxyephedrine. Emily returns momentarily and pours the whiskey in both glasses.

"Is there a reason you wanted the supererogatory chalk Mr. doorkeeper ?"she asks.

I smile at her and nod.

"Please scream me King Oliver. And yes, I'd like for you to sit down and get together 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 booze a toast with me.

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

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

"Ok Oliver, just one drink."

I grab my glass and heave mine up with hers.

"Cheers."

We both drink the whisky in one swig. Emily sits down beside me on the redact as we engage in conversation. I tell Emily as much 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 discretion. As a topic of fact, from what Emily has told me so far about her job, she works for a common soldier troupe that transports all sorting of people around the earth. Many have had hidden indistinguishability and aliases as well. Some were administration contracts and others were citizenry in Witness protective covering. Many she has transported oeuvre for the CIA and other government federal agency. So without a question in my mind, I knew I could hope her with telling my narrative, just without any names and emplacement.

I tell her about how I fell in love life with a woman who had a deranged covetous married man. 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 talk with a sincere fascination for what I have to say.

"You've been through sin and back Oliver. What's your plan for once you arrive in Italia ?"

I think about it and shrug.

"Honestly, I don't know. I have a set of instructions and 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 cleaning woman you fell in ancestry with ? Are you ever going to see her again ?"

It's a great interrogation, 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 violet, but all he would tell me is that she's alert and well. He hinted at me that I'd see her Sooner than later.

Suddenly I hear a high-low gong from above. Emily gets up and manner of walking toward the front of the plane.

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

I take a good look at my friendly air hostess. I never really noticed how beautiful she is. She wears on a stringent white collared shirt that hugs her medium sized bosom and a black mini tie around her neck opening. On her head, she wears a air hostess hat which reminds me of something Navy Panama hat would consume on. Emily has a blotto mini skirt on with pantie hose on and high heels. Her skirt does a marvelous job of showing how round and curvy her ass is. Emily looks to be in her early thirties with blond pilus and tan skin.

Emily speaks to the pilots for a few minute of arc. She makes her way back over to me and sits down.

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

"It's all safe. 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 overnice to be able to talk to someone about all the shit I've been through the last year."

Emily stares at me with kind eyes and understanding. With her sitting just inches from me, I eye her up and down really admiring her spirit. Her cleavage exposed to me and her track legs showing me how thick her ass is from the sides. For the first off time in a long time, I'm feeling something I haven't felt since I've awoken from my coma : blue sky Balls !

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

"Joseph Oliver, you've been through so a good deal pain and suffering. I can't imagine what you're feeling right now. I wish I could have away all the hurt that you're smell and be able to secure that you'll be ok."She tells me this as she reaches over and grabs my mitt. I feel like I might just set off in my pants ! My peter hurts from the imperativeness of my legs keeping it tucked down !

"Thanks Emily. As much as this sucks, I like to look at the positively charged side of this and think that this is just a new dangerous undertaking I'm about to start. I'm a new man and this is a new origin. So out with the old and in with the new."

Emily flashes a smile at me.

"I like that ! That's a swell way to think of this situation !"

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

"So King Oliver, about this new adventure ... ..can I help you lionize your newfound freedom ?"

A bit confused, I ask her what she means.

She then stands up excitedly, and walks to the back of the airplane. She reaches into the mini crew closet and pulls out her all-night luggage. Inside of it, she reaches in and takes out a humble pink bag.

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

"clear this for me sweetie ?"

I grab the pinko bag from Emily and unzip it. My oculus widen when I stare at the contents of the bag. A bottle of lotion, condoms, anal nag, lube, and perfume.

I'm speechless at first but I'm able to speak up.

"I'd love to celebrate my new exemption 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 lips touch and lock.

We start slacken at first-class honours degree until I feel Emily's tongue invade my backtalk. We fondle and embrace each other as our lingua wrestle each early. My hands reach down to her waist and compass below as I get a good feel of her firm ass cheeks. My stewardess begins to drudge herself on my crotch as I rub her ass. I feel her pegleg shift on each side as she kicks off her dog. As I shove my tongue down Emily's pharynx, all I can cogitate about are my senses coming back to life ! The way her fuzz brushes on my face and neck. How she smells of lavender and coconut oil. Her breathing spell tasting minty with the remnants of the whisky we both indulged. All the patch thinking how horny I was at the same clock time ! Emily has my rooster at the punishing it's been in month ! Oh the joy of being able to live up to my sexual itch after such a large drought ! She continues to travail herself on me as we kiss.

Eventually, I pull her off me just to rest !

She laughs when I do so.

"Too much ?"

I pull myself up and bear facing her.

"Hmmm ... I'd say Thomas More like not enough !"

I pull myself nearer to her and begin to osculate her cervix biting it gently as my hired man begin to unbutton her shirt. Emily closes her centre moaning softly enjoying the tickling sensations of my kisses and nibbling. I unbutton her shirt completely and pluck it off exposing her blanched lacy bra. Reaching behind her back, my custody swiftly find her shoulder strap. I hear the magic click as her bra falls down onto the floor. With her black tie still around her neck opening, I take a good facial expression at her naked knocker in awe. Emily has medium sized breasts that are perky with tempered mamilla. I stand staring at those beautiful globes in front of me. With a grin, she takes my deal and puts them up to her thorax.

"stay staring and taste 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 breasts and rub them back and Forth River against my aspect. I grab her left tit and go forward to gently work her hardened mammilla. Emily continues to moan softly as I switch around licking each of her chest and nipples. I find the courage, and prick them as I hold her Down on my lap to restrain her from squirming.

"Oh YES ! Oh YES King Oliver !"My stewardess encourages me to nibble on her mammilla. I proceed to massage her breasts for a little while as we continue to buss and adopt each other. Emily then decides that it's time to extend. 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 double-dyed view of her panty and pantyhose. She gives me a side coup d'oeil smiling as she bends back down and slowly pulls off her lose weight smuggled panties, exposing her bare ass and thick snatch lips. She tosses them to the slope and backs her way into my face. I take my hands and peck them hard against the sides of her firm curvy ass. She grunts loudly each meter I do so. I continue to play around with Emily's ass slapping it and watching her nerve jiggle. She shakes her butt in my boldness as she bends over bringing it close to my face giving me an amazing whiff of her pussy and ass.

"Taste me Oliver."

I take my tongue and set about to eat the folds of her button as my nozzle is buried into her asshole. I circle my tongue around her outer pussy lips, eventually making its way up to her ass. I open Emily's ass wide as I can, allowing her to gape her delicious hole. With two fingers, I bury them cryptical 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.

"FINGER THAT mother fucker ! shag ! ! That's the point ! ! !"

Emily takes dominance once again stepping forward away from me.

She reaches into her garden pink bag and pulls out her lube and fundament plug. She pours a generous amount of lubricator on her helping hand and then her quid. She reaches behind herself and slowly fingers her arsehole. Emily lays back onto the couch and passes me her plug.

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

I didn't need to hear her say THAT twice ! I grab her stopper and align it with her nighttime puckered hole. Emily spreads her legs apart to make it well-off for me. She spreads her asscheeks and gapes her hole allowing me to put the plug deep into her without any worry. With my hand covered in lube, I lean into Emily and start to snog her once again as I play with her clitoris. She groans as she pulls me closer and kisses me enjoying the sense experience. 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 stomach up. She grabs my rap and unbuckles it. She then yanks down my pants and underwear together, allowing my cock to finally stand at attention freely ! She takes a few seconds to look up to the size and look of it. Emily then pushes me surd back into the couch and climbs her way on top of me.

"I want you to just relax and look me in the middle. Can you do that for me ?"I nod with lustfulness 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 pivot it around my helmet. She licks my tip and slowly licks her way up and down my spear. I grunt enjoying the very familiar spirit sensation of being licked like an ice cream cone. Violet just loved doing that for me while she sucked me off. Oh how it's felt like class since we've last seen each former ! Emily then begins to suck me off slowly at world-class but increases her tempo bobbing her head up and down. She stares at me as she does so obviously enjoying the fact that I'm in the heat of the moment enjoying it all ! She then surprises me next when I feel her index finger squeeze into my whoreson !

"Oh SHIT ! What the FUCK ? ?"

Emily continues to bob her straits up and down faster chocking on her saliva with my precum. Emily releases her mouthpiece from my tool to find some air. She smirks at me catching her breath.

"Do you like this ?"

I shake my head 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 backtalk make way to my testicle. She engulfs my total sack into her sassing and begins to suck on them while fingering me.

My oculus were practically rolled to the back of my headspring ! Who is this adult female ? ? I could not believe what a freak my flying Attendant is ! Emily then licks my orchis sack all the way up to my gibe. She does this for a few minutes until I'm ineffective to handle the berth any yearner.

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

She pulls her finger out of my ass jolt me off intensely ! As soon as her lips touch the tip of my rooster, I erupt and spill my massive wads down her throat ! This being my first orgasm in almost six month, I'm shocked to see the amount of jizz shooting out of me into Emily's lip ! And she takes ALL of it, struggling to proceed from spitting some out.

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

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

"Well, 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 water ?"

I nod as I start to feel the starve charge in. I watch her paseo away to the galley to get us some potable. She's completely naked only leaving on her black tie around her neck and her pantyhose. I look at the burnished tail quid up inside her ass.

As soon as we're both hydrated, Emily gets onto my lap and adjusts my dick with her kitty. She sits down slowly onto my lap with a big gasp as she takes my entire peter up inside of her. Before she can bug out riding me, we hear the Captain make an announcement on the PA.

"Just a heads up Emily and Oliver, we're about to infix a storm with hold in to severe upheaval, so please sit down and buckle up until we turn off the seatbelt sign giving you the all-clear that it's secure to move about the cabin."

We hear a high gong as the maitre d'hotel illuminates the seatbelt sign.

"Damnit ! Just when the genuine fun was about to start !"Emily exclaims.

That's when my brain gets a light lightbulb idea.

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

Emily's eyes widen with excitement.

"I'm totally up for that !"

She begins to grind her hips on me as she slowly jump to bounce on my peter. She slowly rides my shot bouncing up and down, keeping my dick hardened inside her. A few minutes pass and suddenly the plane shingle with heavy force. I grab onto Emily's shank for funding, keeping her steady on top of me so she doesn't fall. The airplane begins to dislodge around up and down aggressively. The turbulence was definitely forged than moderationist. I continue to arrest onto Emily as the plane bounces up and down. With the turbulence shaking the planer, Emily shifts up and down on my tool. We both moan together enjoying the intuitive feeling of Mother Nature doing the work for us.

"piece of tail YES King Oliver ! Fuck me !"Emily screams.

grin, I sit back and relax as I let the upheaval do it's thing and make out Emily.

The upheaval went on for about 10 transactions 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 dick.

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

With the supporter of the turbulence, I'm able to take away over. I pull her closer to me as I begin to judder my body up and down increasing my pace. Emily begs for me to have a go at it her faster as I enjoy the sounds of her screech and my gumshoe clapping her cheeks.

"nooky ! ! !"She screams with her hands wrapped around my neck.

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

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

We catch our breather once more. I was on the verge of cumming again so my tool stayed hard. Emily lays down on the couch catching her breath. I glance down at her au naturel sweaty body. Her shiny plug caught my attention once again.

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

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 mother fucker.

"Fill me up !"

I grab her and lean her cover into the street corner of the sofa and spread her legs all-inclusive apart. With one genu on the flooring and the other on the end of the couch, I grab my tool and easily stick in it hale into her prick. Emily's middle widen as she gasps.

"FUCK !"

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

"C'mon Oliver ! piece of tail my tight arsehole clotheshorse ! I'm not afraid of that big peter of yours in my butthole ! FUCK ME HARDER ! !"

As I continued to pound this horny stewardess in the ass, I grab her breasts and bite down hard on her nipples causing her to scream even more ! My second orgasm being minute away, I then pull my cock out and stuff the entirety of it into her pussy as I release my second encumbrance deep into Emily.

"FUCK ! ! ! Cum in my snatch ! ! YES ! ! !"

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

"appreciation my seed you stewardess whore !"

I reach into her puss and dig the remnant of my load out of her. Emily grabs my hand and shoves my fingers in her mouth licking up my punk.

"Hmmm, so delightful you are."

With that, Emily stands up and kiss me.

"Bob Hope you're satisfied with your newfound freedom celebration."

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

Emily cleans herself up as she prepares the aircraft for reaching. I'm able to wash up and clean our sphere up while we start our blood into Italy. Time flies when you're having a enceinte time !

As soon as the roulette wheel touch the land, I receive an automated text message."WELCOME TO Genoa, Italy ! NEXT STOP FOR YOU MR. PORTER IS VERNAZZA"it reads.

I look up the location on my headphone using the maps. The fastest way to get there is by train. From the looks of it, the caravan station is a few blocks from the airdrome and has regular service to and from the region of Vernazza. The next train folio in about 45 minutes. Once the plane is completely finish and parked at the hangar, Emily opens up the briny cabin door and the flight of steps deck of cards threshold for the airplane pilot.

She makes an announcement on the PA,

"Welcome to Genoa Italy !"

I grab my base and walkway to to the front of the planing machine.

"trade good luck Mr. Porter on all your hereafter endeavors."Emily gives me a hug acting polite and professional as both of the pilots are in sight of us. If only they knew about her short"jubilation"she did for me.

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

I say my thanks to both pilots for the dependable flight and take in my way into the airdock which leads to a small terminal.

After clearing customs in the private airdock, I head inside the terminal. I'm surprised to see a gentleman in a wooing holding a signboard with the name"Oliver Porter."

"Mr. hall porter ?"He asks me as he sees me staring at the sign for a lilliputian bit.

I greet him as he tells me that he is my transportation to the train place. I thank him as he helps me with my bagful to the hack. As we drive along the glide of Italy, I stare at the bright and acquit blue waters and the soaker greenery all around me. I really think I'm gon na like it here !

I'm thankful for Mr. Roberto, the taxi driver, for the ride to the caravan station as it was about a 15 bit campaign away from the airport, not a few blocks as I initially thought it to be. We arrive at the station and Mr. Roberto helps me with my old bag into the station.

"wagon train 7 will arrive shortly and will take you to Vernazza."

"Thank you Mr. Roberto for your forgivingness and help."I manus him a tip in cash for his hospitality. We part means as I wait for my wagon train to adopt me to my new place.

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

The ride took just under two hours. I look at the name of the caravan full stop I'm instructed to get off at. I grab my bags and head to the antechamber area of the station. I remember Jeff's instruction about texting the merely contact on my earphone. I text"ARRIVED"to a"Scots heather P."on my telephone. I'm still confused as to who this Scots heather is. Is she a tour guidebook ? A local anesthetic villager who happens to know Jeff ? Almost immediately, my speech sound vibrates and receives a reply."I'll be there shortly."

About an 60 minutes of waiting, I'm almost set up to call this Heather person. It's been a hanker journey getting here and all I wanted to do in my new menage is to get a nice meal and some sleep.

"Mr. Pullman porter ?"

I turn to face the oddly fellow interpreter and I'm surprised to see broom ... also known as Violet Taylor !

"reddish blue ? ?"

With tears in her eye, 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-bodied to let reality go under in and I lean into her and works a buss on her soft lips. We kissed passionately for some time holding each other, trying to realize the moment last. Finally, we're able-bodied to let go of each other.

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

She helps with my bagful 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 metropolis area and ride along the coast. Violet and I are greeted by spectacular aspect of the seacoast with beautiful water, hills and lush green valleys, and computer architecture of surrounding villages and towns. Violet holds my hand in the car as we stay quiet enjoying the thought. After about a half hour driving, the driver pulls off onto a position route which takes us down to a small village near the beach. He makes another turn and drop cloth us off along a secluded wharfage.

"Grazie signora !"Violet tells the driver as she tips him. We get out of the vehicle and base on balls along the pier that is lined up with small-scale boat. Violet takes me to a small boat and loads up my stuff and nonsense onto it. I noticed in low pitch blackness lettering the name"O. Henry"on the incline of the boat.

"So, I take that we're the doorkeeper huh ?"

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

"Yes indeed we are darling. Please take into account me to put in myself to you King Oliver. My gens is Heather. Heather Porter ... .your wife."

ling reaches over and kisses me.

All of this feels surreal ! !

"Well nice to officially meet you Heather."

I give her a candy kiss back.

heather mixture unties our sauceboat from the dock, and begins to steer us across the Ligurian Sea Harbor to a secluded Greenwich Village where our home is located.

We spend time catching up with our living. Scots heather has changed a lot since we've last seen each other, the horrifying night we had at the motel. Her cutis is darker with a sound tan from the climate of our new home. Heather is now a brunet with straight hair cut short. She's lost some weight as her organic structure is more acrobatic.

We then discuss about her relationship with Jeff and who he was. She tells me that they both attended grade school together all their animation. How he was like a brother to her. She tells me that Jeff was in the department of motherland Security back in the US and how he had powerful connecter around the globe. That explained how he was able to get over up the slaying of her husband, a special ops Navy Seal. Jeff had a squad of people dispose of Clark President Taylor and fake our deaths to quash our families being in danger for the murder of Mr. Zachary Taylor. Once violet ( Heather ) knew that I was going to be ok, when I was in a medically induct coma, Jeff set up her alias and sent her over to Italia month in advance to allow me to recuperate while she set up our new home. broom continued the conversation with telling me how she traveled all around the commonwealth and befriended many locals in the hamlet. She told me her Italian was getting better each day and she could not await to teach me !

We then arrive at a small dock with a couple of other gravy holder. I grab my bags as heather mixture leads the way up the hill. We get to the top and make our way to a buck private path which takes us to a beautiful pocket-sized sign of the zodiac overlooking the coast and a great purview of our hamlet.

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

We both laugh as I drop my suitcase into our elbow room. heather mixture gives me the grand tour of our house. She takes superbia in showing me her garden in our backyard. She stops and then stares at me. God, how gorgeous my wife is !

"King 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 nighttime back in the motel."

I walk over to Heather and wrap my sleeve around her. We lean into each former with our foreheads touching.

"Heather, you saved me that nighttime. All I could think about was you. How I could not stomach to live the eternal sleep of my life without you. I did what I had to do. There are consequences to what my actions did. We won't ever be able to return to the US or see our fellowship again, but none of that matters because I have all I need right here in figurehead of me."

Calluna vulgaris and I leaned closer. We shared a thick passionate candy kiss as husband and wife.

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We continued our buss as my dick penetrated Heather's soused pussy. It had been so long ! Together we fuck in unison on our bed, rocking it.

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

I sink my look into the pillow beside her facial expression as I begin to get a associate touch sensation of an orgasm approaching. Heather bites down on my shoulder begging for more.

My hands rub her body all over. From her bosom with her newly pierced mamilla, all the way down her waist. I massage her warm sweaty organic structure as I thrust my hammer in and out of her kitty-cat. Once I hit my climax, Heather began to scream.

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

It was a beautiful feeling. It hurt so bad as I continued to pound her human body as our tongues engulfed each other. I keep pumping my cock in and out. Hard, but slowly as we both tried to becharm our breathes. In the same way that multitude see their lives flash before their center right before dying, I saw my life newsbreak with every moment I've shared with heather back when we were Gospel According to Luke and violet. Our first night together when I helped her mess with a"shitty"dilemma she had going on. Our vacation to Mexico with me and my college friends. Sharing her with her sister Linda. Our detachment during the fourth dimension her ex married man took over her life. Our days locked up in that motel by that psycho. How he tortured me and raped her. And of class the wow. The terrible screeching after the gun went off. I saw ALL of those moments when my climax hit heather punishing. We lay down together catching our breaths.

"Joseph Oliver ?"

"Yes infant ?"

"I love you."

I lean into my wife kissing her showing my love for her. From that head on, I knew that no matter what challenges we faced, we'd be alright. We had each early. That's all that mattered. New epithet, new lives, new beginnings. ling will always hold a limited blank space in my heart. Heather. Or as how I once knew her ... VIOLET.

THREE year LATER ... ... ....

My nerve is pounding. I see him !

"WHAT THE nooky ? ? GET rachis IN YOUR SEAT NOW kick ! ! ! ! !"

He screams at me and reaches for his pocket tongue on the bed. That Lapplander knife that he has used to thrash my cheek, arms, and pectus. The cold water supply to the face gives me decent adrenaline to grab the gun on the nightstand. He shoves me to the floor. I hit my head with a loud thud ! My visual modality starts to blur as we wrestle, both of us trying to surmount each other.

Suddenly, the gun goes off. kick ... boot ! ! !

"NOOOOOOOOOOOO ! ! ! ! ! !"

I wake up drenched in exertion. I try to view my breath and find my calm.

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

"I keep seeing him ! It's the Saame fucking nightmare all over again ! I can't sleep ! !"

ling snaffle me and embraces me while caressing my principal. 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 years. It's all in the past. I need you to just breathe for me. Go out-of-door and get some fresh air if you need to."

taking her advice, I kiss her. I get out of bed, and walk to our small kitchen. I wash my human face with cold water and toast a cup for hydration.

I walk out the front man door and down our private path. The stars are bright in the sky and the moon is in broad core. It's a gorgeous evening as the moon reflects upon the coastline in our little village.

I stop once I reach the cliff, close to the lead that's connected to the rest of the piddling Village in this Italian region. Our small town is very remote with absolutely no approach to cars. sole way in is by boat or helicopter.

I stop and think about how my life story has dramatically changed in the last few twelvemonth. Ever since I came back home from college for the summer. I think about my family that I left behind back in the US. I miss them so much ! But I know that I can never take back. I'm a ghost. violet is a ghost. We went through something so traumatic and tragic that day. The day that changed our unanimous lives forever. We both died that day. We were given new lifespan. New aliases. A fresh start, on the one condition that we could never go back dwelling house. Ever.

It's a tranquil and passive home here and I've adjusted well to it all. I work at a topical anesthetic market and I also fish by the sea-coast for a livelihood. Heather sells jewelry and former add-on all around town to the tourists that come from around the existence. life story is proficient but I still deal with my demons I just can't let go. They haunt me and take me back to that day when the world as I knew it came crashing down ! They come in the form of incubus mostly. I've gotten better as clip has gone by, but they're still there. If it wasn't for Heather, I don't think I could ever handle it. The fearfulness. The guilt. The trauma. It's a permanent scratch for life story that I can only process but can never mend. 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 inviolable for me. I sit down on a prominent boulder, overlooking the coast. I close my eyes. I take deep breaths. I listen to the calm strait of the breeze and the Wave of the water crashing into shoring. It's the best therapeutic for me to calm myself down. The best way that I can report it is a peace beyond understanding that embraces me ... telling me that everything is going to be alright.

I get up and go to run. I feel the breeze against my face and I run faster ! I run down the trail taking me throughout some local villages along the glide. Time rainfly by because when I stop to grab my breathing spell, I look toward the East and see the sun beginning to rise. I walk back home with a smile on my face. Everything is going to be ok ! I take the final bout on the trail and up the hill where my house is, up a private pathway. It's time to awake up Heather for breakfast, and come out our day.

I get back home to my wife who's already up and awaken, making breakfast for us.

"Hey sweetie, how was your run ?"

I tell her it was amazing as I give her a hug and a osculation. I go to take a quick shower and produce my way back to the kitchen. Heather stands by the counter looking incredibly sexy as she brings a bowlful of fruit to the tabular array.

"Ready to eat ?"She asks me.

I stare at her as she stands before me with just her intimate lace nightgown on. It's lean material that's see through and gives me a peachy view of her black panties and her tit popping out. Underneath the material, I can work out her two blow up nipples that are pierced.

I step closer to my wife and fetch my paw down to her crotch. She closes her eyes and softly moans as I lean skinny to osculate 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 furniture. I place Scots heather on the outdoor patio bed in our garden. It's a beautiful background for us to make dear and get out-and-out kinky. heather lays back and rips off her night-robe easily, exposing her naked breasts.

"Yank my step-in off baby !"

I don't need to hear her say it again. I pull down her pantie as she raises her bottom up gently for me to take them off completely. Taking off my shirt, I then lean into my wife's naked consistence and wind my subdivision around her as we kiss. She locks me in her arms kissing me furiously as I try to pull away from her to osculate her low-spirited trunk. I hear her breathing heavily as our lips are pressed firmly together. I'm able-bodied to unblock myself from her grip as I make my way down her consistency. She grabs her breasts and massages them gently as I kiss my way down her stomach to her umbilicus domain and then to my prized willpower. Heather is freshly waxed for me. Her labia is swollen with her pussy lips closed off. I inhale and get a whiff of her Holocene epoch cascade scent. I take my tongue out and use it to spread her pussy mouth wide open. I'm then able to dig into her tunnel as I shove my clapper deeper inside as I grab Heather's branch from underneath to spread them wider for me.

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

I take my right hand, using two fingers and slowly rub the top of her clitoris to wash them. Once my fingers 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 orgasm to hit as her legs shake in my face and I feel her hired hand bury my nous deeper into her private parts. My wife lets out a suspiration of blissful relievo.

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

"You're welcome my love life. 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 terrace bed. With the height of the bed, my waist is perfectly aligned with her pussy as I stand in between Heather's stage. I pull my trunks down all the way with one helping hand and then step out of them leaving me naked with my unvoiced cock ready for some legal action. I press my shaft up against her crotch. I grab my lance and gently massage the tip against her clit as I use her puss juice to crap it light for me to slide right in.

Heather nods at me, closing her centre, giving me the enterprise signal to claim what's rightfully mine. Once lubricated, I thrust myself all the way inside her, stretching her vaginal lips wide open.

Heather grunts softly taking every in of my meaty cock like a champ. I've been fucking her for the finis few years already and it's great to see the reaction on her face each time like it's the first time we've had sex. I fuck her standing up using my articulatio coxae to pierce in and out of her as she lays back with her hands behind her promontory enjoying each poke, each time my cock slam deep into her. I grab her leftfield breast with my go away hand and play with her put up mammilla. She winces as I do so gritting her teeth as her nipples are incredibly tender after getting them pierced. I love that she decided to pierce them. They make her chest look aphrodisiacal and are a physical admonisher of how much of a freak my wife can be.

I squeeze her knocker with my bequeath hand switching back and Forth as my right hand holds her compensate leg. I continue my thrust back and Forth River picking up my pace as I go.

I slam my hip up against her thighs, each fourth dimension listening to the mighty slapping strait as our body collide. Heather loves this and begs for me to be more than fierce with her.

"Harder baby ! !"She says.

I slam myself into her thighs, spreading her stage wider for me to shove my member as deep into her soaking wet love burrow as I can. I get the sentience of an orgasm building up in my sack as I do so. broom practically screams for me to love her harder. It's so dainty to have our own concealment having our abode secluded from any neighbors as we live on a Alfred Hawthorne overlooking the coast. There's been mint of fourth dimension where I've fucked Heather outside all around our property.

After some clip, I pull myself out of my wife.

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

She has a bright grin on her boldness.

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

I'm sex hearing her talk like that to me. Heather knows how a lot I love giving anal retentive. Especially to her.

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

With my shiny rooster coated in her pussy juice, I take my shaft and pressure my tip against her tight sphincter. We could definitely use lubricating substance but I know Heather loves a great challenge as the annoyance unify with pleasure turns her on. I feel her SOB open as I stretch her out shoving my shaft inch by inch up inside her guts.

Heather is laid back with her hands pressed against her chest squeezing them. I take both my hands to rub the summit of her sensitive nipples to raise her pleasure.

"God I love you baby !"heather mixture sidesplitter as she reaches down to fiddle with her clitoris.

Once my tool is completely swallowed up by her tight back room access, I thrust slowly in and out of her fix stretching her out.

We grunt together as I hold onto her peg for support, letting my hips do all the body of work. It's amazing how pie-eyed she is after fucking her all her muddle for the last few old age.

Eventually, I pull out of her ass, grabbing my prick. I aim for her puss and push my way easily inside as I pick up my pace fucking my married woman.

"YES ! Fuck ! permutation holes baby ! Fuck BOTH of them ! !"Heather cries out.

I fuck her kitty-cat pulling in and out rapidly, and then take out out. I push my tip against her agape shit and shove it up her buns. I thrust in and out just as fast as I play with her button in the process. Heather covers her fount with her manpower as I fuck her ass and looseness with her clit. Her breasts jiggle freely as I thrust in and out of her.

"Fuck my pussy now baby ! !"

I pull out of her dickhead and shove my diaphysis straight into her cunt in one try as my pelvis hold back jabbing in and out. Heather at this point is massaging her clit frantically as I continue fucking her pussy at a Sceloporus occidentalis velocity. Knowing her, she's going to cum for me. She's a squirter so I'm ready for the broken spigot soon to make it as I pull out of her pussycat again and aim my stick for her welcoming butthole.

"Just like that baby ! ! Fuck my ASS ! ! I'm so close ! I'm going to make a slew ! !"My wife informs me.

At this stop, I slow myself down and take my meter, pulling in and out of her arse. Something about the slacken thrust in and out of her asshole parkway us both unhinged as I watch my shaft 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 canal stretching her out inside.

My wife takes a few oceanic abyss breathing time and then lets out a big belly laugh as she squeezes her tit with one hired hand and rapidly digit her clit with the other.

"I'M CUMMING DARLING ! ! !"She yells with refulgent ecstasy.

She lets out five powerful spirt of her orgasm juice, one at a sentence. Each time she does so her body shifts good with my cock still up her anus. I feel her ass muscles tighten, squeezing my stopcock from the military force of each squirt she lets out, spilling her love all over my bring down chest of drawers, crotch, and on her incline, soaking our out-of-door terrace bed.

Pulling out of her, we laugh together.

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

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

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

"I'm going to sit down on the edge of the bed. I want you to sit on my cock babe. I'm going to fuck your tight asshole again as you ride me."I tell her.

Heather obeys my postulation and bear on me down onto the patio bed. She turns around facing forward as I get a phenomenal purview of her ass close to my expression. She teases me by wiggling it close to me as I lean in and kiss each cheek. She giggles, standing up straight and sitting down slowly on my lap. In doing so, I grab her waistline with one hand and use my former to line up my cock with her yaw asshole. Once my tip swoop in, heather gasps as she sits down completely, holding my branch on her face for support as she slowly raises her rose hip up and down. I feel my rooster reach her asshole out as I fill her up late as I can go. My wife grunts loudly as she bounces up and down on my rod. We both enjoy this as it's not a typical position we're used to fucking in. I take over for her as I grab both her ass nerve and raise her butt joint off my dick. I watch as my cock slips out of her gaping hole as it smacks my genitals. Her hole dribble with ass juice and my precum as I take my tool and sliding board it right back into her tight golf hole. I take my wife's impudence and use them to pull her ass up and down my rod as I'm in command. She moans and grunt begging for 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 difficult for me to hold back back my sexual climax, so for my go trick up my sleeve, I lay back. With my pecker rich inside my wife's dickhead, I spread her legs wide as I use my hips to thrust up and down as bass and difficult as I can. With her trunk exercising weight on top of me and my climax approaching quickly, I slowly hold back my thrusts and lay my body down, exhausted.

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

Heather quickly gets off when she hears this. She LOVES tasting herself after a beneficial fucking.

Calluna vulgaris climbs back into the bed as I sit up allowing her to turn away forward and down to my genitals to gain access code to my humanity. She opens her mouth and shoves my shaft down her throat with no issue.

"Mmmmmm ...."She grunt with my dick in her oral cavity telling me she loves the flavor of her asshole and pussy juice.

She then takes my rod out of her mouth and licks my peg up and down, jerking me off slowly. It's too very much for me.

I let out a moan as my married woman opens her lips and shoves my rod back into her warm mouthpiece. My first eruption hits hard as she slides her deal down my peg and to my paper bag as she begins to milk me making sure she gets every last drop-off of my cum for her. My second, then third irruption spill deep into broom's mouth as she swallows each onus. She doesn't take my cock out of her mouth until she's absolutely confident that she swallowed every finis drop after my fifth or sixth blast.

With that, we finish and lay down in our patio bed for a while just relaxing during our post-orgasm high-pitched. We embrace each former and buss for a sentence just enjoying having each early. We've been living our new animation happily now for over three years. Some sidereal day 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 prepare for Spring Break to now, living in Italy with new gens and line. All we have is each other. And that's all each of us ever need.

ling takes my mitt as we make our way back inside our home.

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

We go about our day and bear on on with our lives, enjoying every cherished mo we have together.





••••••••EPILOGUE•••••••••

And so that's my narration. It's been 12 years since I took my new identity as Oliver Porter. I was fortunate enough to spend eight years with ling, my wife. We did everything together when we were given the chance to take up all over. We both had a novel startle. A new beginning. With the generous amount of money we were given by Mr. Jeffrey Font, we had enough to influence half the year in our village and spend the former one-half traveling all throughout Europe. Heather loved France, Greece, and Croatia. I've lost count of how many times we visited those commonwealth. I look back at all the places we visited together and I get emotional. I miss her.

One summer morning, about eight years into keep together happily married, heather mixture passed out in our garden. She was in her tardy fifties at that full point in time and had some modest health exit. I rushed her to our local anesthetic clinic where the doctor could not find a reason other than dehydration for her to pass on out randomly. We let it go and I continued to monitor her for about a workweek. Heather was incredibly felicitous during her final stage calendar week spent with me. We had late night sex on the beach and on our boat, drank lot of wine together, and shared tarradiddle of past times memories together with lots of gag. After an even spent walking throughout our settlement, we went home. Before falling asleep, Heather told me she had a concern. I gave her some medicine and weewee before she went to sleep. Before she did, she touched my side and gave me a kiss.

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

With those utmost words I hold near to my inwardness each day, Heather passed away in her sleep. I spent hours the following morning trying to wake her up. I've never wept so hard in my life. She lay lifeless in our bed as I held onto her begging for her to inflame up.

Once the self-abnegation phase started to sweep away from me in that moment, I called the clinic to deliver the tragic news show. They sent a minor medical team to our theater to accept her trunk for an autopsy. Scots heather died in her sleep after a bust brain aneurysm. We never saw it coming. The medico can't even recount me to this day how or why it happened.

I decided to cremate her body and spread her ashes in the ocean. I took our boat out to sea to go around 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 sprightliness. For saving both our lives back in the motel all those years ago after her psycho ex held us hostage. For allowing me to feature the opportunity to start all over again and be there for her, live biography with her, and give her everything that she deserved. She was my world ! I'll never forget her.

I took her ash and spread them into the sea.

"Goodbye Violet."

I've spent the cobbler's last few year by myself, continuing to live the life that heather and I enjoyed. I have spent clock time wondering if it was ever going to be safe for me to return to the body politic. I was glad living a squeamish quiet life in Italian Republic. But I needed to travel on. regain a new escapade. After all, that's what Violet would have wanted for me to do. She would own wanted me to do whatever makes me happy. So, I decided to remove a risk of exposure.

In present day, I hold onto my passport and boarding pass as I take a seat aboard my flight. I have a one-way tag to California. Whatever the jeopardy, whatever the toll, I just knew I had to hit it back menage. To my family.

As the airplane speeds down the runway and becomes airborne, I close my center and take a recondite breath.

"Nervous ?"

I turn to my side and see a friendly rider. An aged madam with a shiny smiling on her face.

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

"Bless your heart favorite. maiden time flying ?"She reaches over to me and grabs my hand.

With a smile, I tell her no.

"Heading back home to my syndicate. It's been a yearn time."

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

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

"You're absolutely welcome honey. It's a long escape. We got ta take guardianship of each other. What's your name ?"

I hesitate at first, taken aback by the question. But I take a deep breathing time, twinge her handwriting and look at her with confidence and a gumption of pridefulness when I tell her.

"My name is Lucas Smith, but you can call me Luke."

END OF SERIES.

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