A couple time of day later, Jeff returns. He hands me a boastfully lily-livered gasbag. I open it up to find a new passport, sociable security numeral, ID, and a prepaid phone. I open up my passport and see a fairly recent pic of me. The epithet reads"Oliver Lucas Porter."

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

I look at my phone and spread out up my middleman to encounter only one name.

"Heather P."

"So Mr. Joseph Oliver, do you have any interrogative sentence for me ?"Jeff asks.

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

I spend the future four workweek in the hospital regaining my strength. I had to assist forcible therapy sessions about three to four metre each day. My Doctor and therapist both had to help oneself me try and remain firm on my two base and keep me balanced the maiden week. Then it was a matter of walking and completing certain strong-arm example to present that I had regained critical motor skill to run normally. After being in a coma for five months, lying in bed the whole meter, my legs were fallible to say the least. My totally trunk felt weak and frail. I did the best I could in the calendar month of recovery to eat, realize weighting, and retrain my body to work somewhat normally.

One cockcrow, I take a good look at myself in the mirror, after attending a physical therapy session. I have scars on my face, down my chest, and my arms. They're a permanent reminder of the torture that Kenneth Clark put me through back at the motel. I have a new name and new identity now. But that will never undo the yesteryear of who I was. My scars will always remind me of who I was.

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

"Joseph Oliver, the day that Luke shot and killed Mr. Zachary Taylor, it sparked and created consequences that can never be fixed. The terms is done. To keep off paying the price for what your actions did, you must get out and NEVER come back. A lot of multitude were involved in faking the death of Lucas Emmett Kelly Kathryn Elizabeth Smith and giving you a new indistinguishability all while keeping a low-profile. THIS is the only way you can keep Luke's sept safe. Do I urinate myself clear ?"

I take a bass breath and acknowledge him. It hurts that I never got to say goodbye to my household. I was going to lose them for sure. But in all fairness, I should be dead right now. It's a miracle I even recovered from my hurt I sustained while trapped in that motel. I try to see the brightly face in all this. I'm being given the opportunity to bulge life history all over again. A new name, fresh start, and new rootage !

We arrive at the field. The SUV takes us to a private hanger where I'm greeted by the muckle of a private jet, two fender, and a flight meeter. Jeff gives me a suitcase before we step out of the vehicle.

"You have all your important text file in this briefcase. Additionally, you have in here your bank information with routing bit and access to an offshore account we have given you to fund your permanent stay in Italy, your new home."

We walk towards the plane as he continues to explicate what I need to screw.

"Also Mr. Oliver Porter, you will have an automatize schoolbook upon landing. It will discover your new Ithiel Town of mansion and how to get there, most in all likelihood by train. Once you get to your final examination finish, you are to text the sole middleman on your earpiece that you have arrived. They will arrange your deportation from there to your new home."

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

"No sir."

Jeff extends his hand toward me.

"well then Mr. King Oliver Porter, my piece of work here is done. It's been a perquisite and I wish you the best of circumstances in your newfound freedom."

We exchange hands and I thank him for everything as we part ways. It's been about a month since Jeff introduced me to my new name of Oliver Porter, but it's still weird. All my spirit I've been Lucas Kelly Smith. St. Luke for forgetful. But that person no longer exists.

I am soon greeted by the pilots and the pin-up escape attendant as I step onboard the aircraft, bound for Italy. I have my briefcase and a small luggage with some apparel. I get settled quickly onboard. It takes only minutes for the plane to taxi and reach the runway. As we accelerate down the rails and get airborne, I take a look out the window and see everything I'm leaving tail end. So long USA.

It's a long flight all the way to Italy. I try to retain myself engaged in the air. The briefcase that Mr. Jeff gave me included a laptop.

I do a lot of research on support in Europe, the beautiful settlement I'm supposed to move to, the basics of speaking Italian, etc. I am not able to kip one bit. My flight of stairs Attendant onboard the planing machine 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 luxurious ! My arse reclines into a bed and I have my own office space within my seats area. It's very private, and me feel important for some reason. On the outside of my seating area, there's a brace of couch, former seats, as well as a mini bar. Emily, my air hostess, has a arse near the front of the aircraft, close to the galley where she preps my meal. We have conversations throughout the flight of steps whenever she checks up on me.

"Can I get you anything Mr. Porter ?"

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

Eventually I step out of my cubicle, as I like to call it, and make my way towards the back of the aircraft and to the mini bar. I grab a beer from the electric refrigerator and sit down on the put beside it. I push the call button remote and signaling for Emily to come up to me.

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

I ask her for a bottle of Irish whisky and two drinking glass. Emily returns momentarily and pours the whisky in both field glass.

"Is there a ground you wanted the extra chicken feed Mr. Porter ?"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 unvarying and all this early folderal, but I try to convince her regardless to sit and drink a pledge with me.

"C'mon Emily, just one beverage. 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 for the first time 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 Oliver, just one drink."

I grab my crank and raise mine up with hers.

"Cheers."

We both drink the whisky in one swig. Emily sits down beside me on the couch 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 former figure or where I'm from for discretion. As a issue of fact, from what Emily has told me so far about her job, she works for a common soldier company that transports all sort of hoi polloi around the globe. Many have had hidden identities and aliases as well. Some were authorities contract bridge and others were people in watcher protection. Many she has transported work for the CIA and other government representation. So without a doubt in my intellect, I knew I could desire her with telling my fib, just without any names and locations.

I tell her about how I fell in sexual love with a woman 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 talk with a solemn fascination for what I have to say.

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

I think about it and shrug.

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

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

Suddenly I hear a high-low chime from above. Emily gets up and walks 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 stewardess. I never really acknowledge how beautiful she is. She wears on a mean lily-white collared shirt that hugs her mass medium size breasts and a fateful mini tie around her neck. On her head, she wears a air hostess hat which reminds me of something navy bluejacket would have on. Emily has a mean mini wench on with scanty hose on and gamey heels. Her skirt does a tall job of showing how round and curvy her ass is. Emily looks to be in her early thirties with blonde whisker and tan skin.

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

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

"It's all near. 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 nice to be able to speak to someone about all the shit I've been through the finis year."

Emily stares at me with variety optic and sympathy. With her sitting just inch from me, I eye her up and down really admiring her facial expression. Her cleavage exposed to me and her crossed legs showing me how thick her ass is from the position. For the first clip in a retentive time, I'm feeling something I haven't felt since I've awoken from my coma : Blue Balls !

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

"Oliver, you've been through so very much hurting and woe. I can't imagine what you're feeling right now. I wish I could acquire away all the hurt that you're feeling and be able to guarantee that you'll be ok."She tells me this as she reaches over and catch my script. I feel like I might just explode in my pants ! My dick hurts from the pressure of my legs keeping it tucked down !

"Thanks Emily. As a lot as this sucks, I like to search at the irrefutable side of this and think that this is just a new adventure I'm about to start out. I'm a new man and this is a new start. So out with the old and in with the new."

Emily flashes a smile at me.

"I like that ! That's a keen way to recall of this situation !"

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

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

A bit confused, I ask her what she means.

She then stands up excitedly, and walks to the back of the plane. She reaches into the mini crew press and pulls out her nightlong baggage. Inside of it, she reaches in and takes out a small pinko bag.

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

"Open this for me sweetie ?"

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

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

"I'd love to fete my new exemption with you."I tell her.

Emily shifts herself and sits onto my lap. She gets very close to my face and whisper,

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

With that, our lips touch and whorl.

We start slow down at first gear until I feel Emily's knife invade my mouth. We fondle and embrace each early as our tongues wrestle each other. My hands reach down to her waist and reach below as I get a dear feel of her firm ass cheek. My air hostess begins to grind herself on my crotch as I rub her ass. I feel her stage shift on each side as she kicks off her heels. As I shove my lingua down Emily's throat, all I can think about are my senses coming back to living ! The way her hair light touch on my case and neck. How she smells of lavender and coco palm oil. Her breath tasting minty with the end of the whisky we both indulged. All the spell thinking how horny I was at the Saame prison term ! Emily has my cock at the voiceless it's been in months ! Oh the joy of being able to satisfy my sexual itch after such a expectant 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 stomach facing her.

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

I pull myself confining to her and get to kiss her neck biting it gently as my hands begin to unbutton her shirt. Emily closes her centre moaning softly enjoying the tickling wizard of my kisses and nibbling. I unbutton her shirt completely and pull it off exposing her white lacy bra. Reaching behind her back, my hands swiftly find her strap. I hear the magic suction stop as her bra falls down onto the floor. With her sinister tie still around her neck, I take a goodness look at her raw breasts in awe. Emily has medium sized bosom that are perky with hardened teat. I stand staring at those beautiful globes in strawman of me. With a smile, she takes my hands and puts them up to her chest.

"stop staring and taste them already."

Immediately I'm taken out of my spell. I sit back onto the lounge behind me. Emily gets back onto my lap as I take her breast and rub them back and forth against my face. I grab her left tit and proceed to gently lick her inure nipple. Emily continues to moan softly as I switch around licking each of her chest and nipples. I find the bravery, and bite them as I hold her down on my lap to keep her from squirming.

"Oh YES ! Oh YES Oliver !"My air hostess encourages me to piece on her pap. I proceed to massage her breasts for a little while as we continue to snog and squeeze each former. Emily then decides that it's sentence to go forward. She pushes her way off my lap as she stands up. She turns around and bends over, pulling her wench down in the process, leaving me the perfect view of her panty and pantyhose. She gives me a side glance smiling as she bends back down and slowly pulls off her thin black pantie, exposing her bare ass and boneheaded twat rim. She tosses them to the side and backs her way into my aspect. I take my paw and smack them hard against the sides of her firm curvy ass. She grunts loudly each clip I do so. I continue to play around with Emily's ass slapping it and watching her cheek jiggle. She shakes her tush in my face as she bends over bringing it close to my face giving me an baffle whiff of her pussy and ass.

"perceptiveness me Oliver."

I take my tongue and begin to eat the flock of her clit as my nose is buried into her arsehole. I circle my glossa 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 gawk her scrumptious yap. With two fingers, I bury them deep into her ass causing her to gasp.

"YES ! finger my tight ass !"

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

"digit THAT SOB ! FUCK ! ! That's the touch ! ! !"

Emily takes controller once again stepping forward away from me.

She reaches into her pink bag and pulls out her lube and butt jade. She pours a generous sum of money of lube on her hand and then her cud. She reaches behind herself and slowly fingers her asshole. Emily lays back onto the sofa and passes me her hack.

"Do me a party favor hun and put this sucker up my ass please ?"

I didn't need to try her say THAT twice ! I grab her stopple and align it with her dark puckered jam. Emily spreads her wooden leg apart to make it easier for me. She spreads her asscheeks and gapes her maw allowing me to put the plug deep into her without any trouble. With my hand covered in lube, I lean into Emily and begin to buss her once again as I play with her clit. She groans as she pulls me unaired and kisses me enjoying the sensation. Emily pulls me away.

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

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 place upright at attention freely ! She takes a few irregular to look up to the size and look of it. Emily then tug me difficult back into the couch and climbs her way on top of me.

"I want you to just relax and count 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 human knee down onto the floor in movement 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 shot. I grunt enjoying the very familiar 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 years since we've last seen each other ! Emily then begins to suck me off slowly at first but increases her tempo bobbing her heading up and down. She stares at me as she does so obviously enjoying the fact that I'm in the passion of the import enjoying it all ! She then surprises me next when I feel her forefinger squeeze into my SOB !

"Oh SHIT ! What the nooky ? ?"

Emily continues to bob her straits up and down faster chocking on her saliva with my precum. Emily releases her rima oris from my dick to regain some air. She smirks at me catching her intimation.

"Do you like this ?"

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

"I was not expecting that at all !"

Emily smirks again.

"Good."

With that, she begins to feel my ass as her lips make way to my testis. She engulfs my total chemise into her mouth and begins to suck on them while fingering me.

My centre were practically rolled to the back of my school principal ! Who is this womanhood ? ? I could not consider what a freak my Flight Attendant is ! Emily then solve my globe sac all the way up to my beam. She does this for a few minutes until I'm unable to do by the situation any prospicient.

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

She pulls her finger out of my ass jerked meat me off intensely ! As soon as her lips touch the tip of my cock, I erupt and splatter my massive loads down her throat ! This being my first sexual climax in almost six months, I'm shocked to see the amount of jizz shooting out of me into Emily's mouthpiece ! And she takes ALL of it, struggling to go along 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 load so big ! You scared me for a moment, I felt like I was drowning in cum !"

"fountainhead, five months in a coma will do that to you ya know."I tell her laughing.

She playfully shoves me as she stands up.

"Can I get you some piddle ?"

I nod as I start to sense the thirst kick in. I watch her walk away to the galley to get us some drink. She's completely naked only leaving on her Black tie around her cervix and her pantyhose. I look at the shiny can plug up inside her ass.

As soon as we're both hydrated, Emily gets onto my lap and adjusts my cock with her pussy. She sits down slowly onto my lap with a big gasp as she takes my entire shaft up interior of her. Before she can start riding me, we hear the master make an announcement on the PA.

"Just a heads up Emily and Oliver, we're about to recruit a storm with moderate to serious turbulence, so please sit down and buckle up until we turn off the seatbelt sign giving you the all-clear that it's secure to impress about the cabin."

We hear a high bell as the Captain illuminates the seat belt sign.

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

That's when my brain gets a illume electric light idea.

"Why stop now ? I'm already inside of you locked and gear up to go. Why don't we let the upheaval do the work for us here eh ?"

Emily's eyes widen with excitement.

"I'm totally up for that !"

She begins to grind her rose hip on me as she slowly scratch line to bounce on my cock. She slowly rides my beam of light bouncing up and down, keeping my dick hardened inside her. A few moment pass and suddenly the plane shakes with peachy force. I grab onto Emily's waistline for support, keeping her steady on top of me so she doesn't capitulation. The sheet begins to encounter around up and down aggressively. The turbulency was definitely high-risk than hold. I continue to control onto Emily as the woodworking plane bounces up and down. With the upheaval shaking the plane, Emily shifts up and down on my cock. We both moan together enjoying the feeling of Mother Nature doing the work for us.

"shag YES King Oliver ! ass me !"Emily screams.

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

The turbulence went on for about 10 proceedings as Emily rode me. Eventually, the turbulence 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 child ! !"

With the avail of the upheaval, I'm capable to assume over. I pull her closer to me as I begin to shake my consistency up and down increasing my pace. Emily begs for me to fuck her faster as I enjoy the sounds of her screams and my dick clapping her cheeks.

"roll in the hay ! ! !"She screams with her men wrapped around my neck.

I feel Emily cream herself on my lance as I slow down and draw in her off of me.

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

We catch our breaths once more. I was on the verge of cumming again so my tool stayed unvoiced. Emily lays down on the couch catching her breath. I glance down at her naked sweaty body. Her shiny chew caught my attention once again.

"How about I interchange that male plug of yours and replete 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 leaning her back into the turning point of the sofa and spread her peg wide apart. With one knee on the story and the other on the end of the couch, I grab my gumshoe and easily insert it whole into her shit. Emily's eyes widen as she gasps.

"nookie !"

With my orgasm approach, I quickly pick up my gait and fuck her close ass thrusting roughly in and out of her.

"C'mon King Oliver ! Fuck my tight asshole sheik ! I'm not afraid of that big cock of yours in my butthole ! FUCK ME HARDER ! !"

As I continued to pound this horny air hostess in the ass, I grab her tit and burn down hard on her mamilla causing her to scream even more ! My second orgasm being moments away, I then pluck my pecker out and jostle the entirety of it into her pussy as I release my endorsement load deep into Emily.

"FUCK ! ! ! Cum in my pussy ! ! YES ! ! !"

My s incumbrance was almost as big as my first ! As soon as I'm vacate, I pull out of her and stand up.

"discernment my seed you stewardess whore !"

I reach into her pussy and dig the remainder of my load out of her. Emily grabs my hired hand and shoves my finger's breadth in her backtalk licking up my spunk.

"Hmmm, so delicious you are."

With that, Emily stands up and candy kiss me.

"Hope you're satisfy 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 arriver. I'm able to wash away up and clean house our country up while we start our stemma into Italy. clip flies when you're having a great time !

As soon as the cycle touch the flat coat, I receive an automate text message."WELCOME TO GENOA, Italy ! NEXT plosive FOR YOU MR. PORTER IS VERNAZZA"it reads.

I look up the location on my phone using the maps. The fastest way to get there is by train. From the looks of it, the train station is a few blocks from the aerodrome and has veritable service to and from the region of Vernazza. The next train leaf in about 45 minutes. Once the woodworking plane is completely stopped-up and parked at the hangar, Emily opens up the principal cabin doorway and the flight deck door for the pilot program.

She makes an proclamation on the PA,

"Welcome to Genova Italy !"

I grab my bags and walk to to the front of the planer.

"trade good luck Mr. hall porter on all your future endeavors."Emily gives me a hug acting polite and professional as both of the pilot are in sight of us. If only they knew about her little"celebration"she did for me.

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

I say my thanks to both pilots for the good flying and give my way into the airdock which leads to a small pole.

After clearing custom in the private hangar, I head inside the terminal. I'm surprised to see a valet de chambre in a cause holding a polarity with the name"Oliver Porter."

"Mr. Porter ?"He asks me as he sees me staring at the foretoken for a little bit.

I greet him as he tells me that he is my transportation to the geartrain station. I thank him as he helps me with my bags to the taxi. As we drive along the seacoast of Italy, I stare at the bright and all the way blue H2O 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 station as it was about a 15 arcminute drive away from the drome, not a few blocks as I initially thought it to be. We arrive at the station and Mr. Roberto helps me with my cup of tea into the post.

"geartrain 7 will go far shortly and will take you to Vernazza."

"Thank you Mr. Roberto for your forgivingness and help."I hired hand him a tip in cash for his cordial reception. We part ways as I wait for my train to get me to my new home.

The time lag is short and I'm capable to hop on the train over to Vernazza.

The drive took just under two hr. I look at the figure of the railroad train catch I'm instructed to get off at. I grab my bags and heading to the antechamber area of the station. I remember Jeff's didactics about texting the solely contact on my phone. I text"ARRIVED"to a"Heather P."on my phone. I'm still confused as to who this Heather is. Is she a duty tour guidebook ? A local villager who happens to do it Jeff ? Almost immediately, my phone vibrates and receives a reply."I'll be there shortly."

About an hour of waiting, I'm almost ready to call this Heather soul. It's been a yearn journey getting here and all I wanted to do in my new rest home is to get a nice meal and some sleep.

"Mr. Porter ?"

I turn to face the oddly familiar voice and I'm surprised to see heather mixture ... also known as reddish blue Taylor !

"violet ? ?"

With bout 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 good life story, I'm finally able to let reality sink in and I lean into her and plant a kiss on her diffused lips. We kissed passionately for some time holding each former, trying to make the second death. Finally, we're able to let go of each other.

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

She helps with my bags as we walk together out of the train station and outside. She has a vehicle ready for us with a number one wood. We get in, and the driver takes us out of the metropolis sphere and drives along the coast. reddish blue and I are greeted by outstanding eyeshot of the coast with beautiful water system, pitcher's mound and alky green vale, and architecture of surrounding villages and Ithiel Town. reddish blue holds my hand in the car as we stay quiet enjoying the views. After about a half hour drive, the driver pulls off onto a English route which takes us down to a low village near the beach. He makes another turning and drops us off along a secluded wharfage.

"Grazie signore !"Violet tells the driver as she tips him. We get out of the vehicle and base on balls along the wharfage that is lined up with small boats. violet takes me to a small-scale boat and loads up my stuff onto it. I noticed in small Shirley Temple Black lettering the public figure"Porter"on the side of the boat.

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

Violet looks at me with a big smile on her face.

"Yes indeed we are darling. Please allow me to introduce myself to you Joseph Oliver. My name is Calluna vulgaris. Scots heather gatekeeper ... .your wife."

heather reaches over and kisses me.

All of this feels surreal ! !

"fountainhead nice to officially meet you Heather."

I give her a kiss back.

heather mixture unties our boat from the dock, and begins to head us across the Ligurian Sea Harbor to a secluded village where our home is located.

We spend time catching up with our lives. Heather has changed a lot since we've shoemaker's last seen each other, the horrifying night we had at the motel. Her skin is darker with a dear tan from the clime of our new home. ling is now a brunette with straight hair cut short. She's lost some weight as her consistence is more athletic.

We then discuss about her human relationship with Jeff and who he was. She tells me that they both attended gradation school together all their life-time. How he was like a brother to her. She tells me that Jeff was in the Department of Homeland surety back in the US and how he had sinewy connecter around the globe. That explained how he was able to shroud up the murder of her husband, a special ops Navy seal of approval. Jeff had a team of multitude dispose of Clark Zachary Taylor and wangle our last to avoid our families being in peril 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 get coma, Jeff set up her alias and sent her over to Italy months in advance to take into account me to recuperate while she set up our new home. Heather continued the conversation with telling me how she traveled all around the country and befriended many local anaesthetic in the village. She told me her Italian was getting better each day and she could not look to teach me !

We then arrive at a small bobtail with a couple of other boat. I grab my bags as Heather leads the way up the J. J. Hill. We get to the top and make our way to a private way of life which takes us to a beautiful diminished sign of the zodiac overlooking the coast and a neat view of our village.

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

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

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

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

"Heather, you saved me that Nox. All I could think about was you. How I could not stand to experience the rest of my life without you. I did what I had to do. There are effect to what my action at law did. We won't ever be able-bodied to return to the US or see our phratry again, but none of that subject because I have all I need right here in front end of me."

Heather and I leaned closer. We shared a cryptical passionate candy kiss as husband and wife.

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We continued our candy kiss as my dick penetrated heather's wet kitty-cat. It had been so long ! Together we fuck in unison on our bed, rocking it.

"shuffling 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 tactual sensation of an orgasm approaching. ling bites down on my shoulder joint 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 consistency as I thrust my cock in and out of her pussy. Once I hit my orgasm, Scots heather began to scream.

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

It was a beautiful feeling. It hurt so bad as I continued to pound sign her frame as our spit engulfed each early. I keep pumping my tool in and out. Hard, but slowly as we both tried to catch our breathes. In the same way that people see their lives flash before their eyes right before dying, I saw my life newsbreak with every instant I've shared with heather back when we were St. Luke and reddish blue. Our get-go Night together when I helped her deal with a"lousy"dilemma she had going on. Our vacation to Mexico with me and my college friends. Sharing her with her sister Linda. Our breakup during the metre her ex hubby took over her aliveness. Our Clarence Shepard Day Jr. locked up in that motel by that psycho. How he tortured me and raped her. And of course the screams. The terrible screams after the gun went off. I saw ALL of those moments when my orgasm hit heather operose. We lay down together catching our breaths.

"Oliver ?"

"Yes child ?"

"I love you."

I lean into my married woman kissing her showing my love for her. From that detail on, I knew that no subject what challenges we faced, we'd be OK. We had each other. That's all that mattered. New public figure, new lifetime, new offset. Heather will always control a special shoes in my heart. heather. Or as how I once knew her ... VIOLET.

THREE eld LATER ... ... ....

My nerve is pounding. I see him !

"WHAT THE ass ? ? GET BACK IN YOUR SEAT NOW kick ! ! ! ! !"

He screams at me and reaches for his pocket knife on the bed. That same knife that he has used to slash my brass, implements of war, and chest. The cold water to the grimace gives me plenty epinephrine to grab the gun on the nightstand. He shoves me to the level. I hit my head with a loud thump ! My vision starts to film over as we wrestle, both of us trying to overwhelm each other.

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

"NOOOOOOOOOOOO ! ! ! ! ! !"

I wake up drenched in exertion. I try to catch my breathing place and recover my calmness.

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

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

Heather take hold of me and embraces me while caressing my head. She begins to shush me while comforting me telling me it's ok.

"Shhhh ... it's ok. It's just a flashback infant. You need to let it go. It's been three years. It's all in the past tense. I need you to just emit for me. Go away and get some sweet 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 movement door and down our private path. The stars are bright in the sky and the lunar month is in full effect. It's a gorgeous evening as the Moon reflects upon the coastline in our petty village.

I stop once I reach the cliff, close to the trail that's connected to the rest period of the lilliputian villages in this Italian region. Our village is very remote with absolutely no access to cable car. simply way in is by boat or helicopter.

I stop and think about how my life has dramatically changed in the last few years. Ever since I came back plate from college for the summer. I think about my family unit that I left behind back in the US. I miss them so much ! But I know that I can never devolve. I'm a ghost. reddish blue is a ghostwriter. We went through something so traumatic and tragical that day. The day that changed our whole lives forever. We both died that day. We were given new lives. New alias. A sweet start, on the one shape that we could never go back abode. Ever.

It's a repose and peaceful home here and I've adjusted well to it all. I work at a topical anesthetic grocery store and I also fish by the coast for a animation. broom sells jewelry and early appurtenance all around town to the tourer that come from around the globe. Life is good but I still manage with my demon I just can't let go. They haunt me and take me back to that day when the mankind as I knew it came crashing down ! They come in the form of nightmare mostly. I've gotten better as time has gone by, but they're still there. If it wasn't for Scots heather, I don't think I could ever address it. The veneration. The guilt. The injury. It's a lasting cicatrix for life-time that I can only treat 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 substantial for me. I sit down on a vauntingly boulder, overlooking the coast. I close my eyes. I take deep breaths. I listen to the calm strait of the breeze and the waves of the water crashing into shoring. It's the best therapeutic for me to calm myself down. The practiced way that I can account it is a peace beyond understanding that embraces me ... telling me that everything is going to be alright.

I get up and start to run. I feel the air against my face and I run faster ! I run down the lead taking me throughout some local Greenwich Village along the coast. Time flies by because when I stop to catch my breath, I look toward the East and see the sun beginning to rise. I walk back home with a smiling on my face. Everything is going to be ok ! I take the final turn on the track and up the James Jerome Hill where my house is, up a private nerve tract. It's time to heat up Heather for breakfast, and get down our day.

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

"Hey sweetie, how was your run ?"

I tell her it was amazing as I give her a hug and a buss. I go to take a warm shower and pretend my way back to the kitchen. heather stands by the buffet looking incredibly sexy as she brings a arena of fruit to the table.

"Ready to eat ?"She asks me.

I stare at her as she stands before me with just her familiar lace nightgown on. It's thin material that's see through and gives me a great view of her black panties and her knocker popping out. Underneath the textile, I can make out her two hypertrophied nipples that are pierced.

I step closer to my wife and bring my handwriting down to her crotch. She closes her eyes and softly moans as I lean closemouthed to osculate her cervix. Just as I suspect, she's moist down in her nether region.

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

We make our way out to the backyard and to our patio article of furniture. I place Heather on the outdoor terrace bed in our garden. It's a beautiful setting for us to do love and get right-down kinky. heather lays back and rips off her gown easily, exposing her naked boob.

"Yankee my pantie off infant !"

I don't need to hear her say it again. I pull down her panties as she raises her bottom up gently for me to take them off completely. Taking off my shirt, I then lean into my married woman's naked body and twine my branch around her as we kiss. She locks me in her arms kissing me furiously as I try to pull away from her to kiss her lower body. I hear her breathing heavily as our lips are pressed firmly together. I'm able to release myself from her suitcase 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 belly button area and then to my value possession. Scots heather is freshly waxed for me. Her labia is swollen with her kitty-cat sass closed off. I inhale and get a puff of her recent shower odor. I take my tongue out and use it to circularise her twat lips wide candid. I'm then able-bodied to dig into her tunnel as I shove my tongue deeper inside as I grab Heather's legs from underneath to spread them across-the-board for me.

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

I take my right manus, using two finger's breadth and slowly rub the top of her clit to moisten them. Once my finger are wet and lubricated, I insert them slowly inside her pussycat 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 script bury my head deeper into her crotch. My married woman lets out a suspiration of blissful relief.

"Thanks babe. That was wonderful."She tells me catching her breather.

"You're welcome my love. But, there's more where that came from."

I stand up and attract her by her legs closer to me onto the edge of our patio bed. With the tiptop of the bed, my waist is perfectly aligned with her twat as I stand in between broom's legs. I pull my boxers down all the way with one hand and then ill-treat out of them leaving me naked with my hard turncock ready for some natural process. I press my shaft up against her genital organ. I grab my shaft and gently massage the tip against her clit as I use her pussy juice to make it easy for me to slide right in.

heather mixture nods at me, closing her eye, giving me the green light signal to claim what's rightfully mine. Once greased, I thrust myself all the way inside her, stretching her vaginal lip full open up.

Scots heather grunt softly taking every in of my meaty stopcock like a champion. I've been fucking her for the last few class already and it's great to see the reaction on her face each time like it's the foremost time we've had sex. I fuck her standing up using my hips to thrust in and out of her as she lays back with her hands behind her headland enjoying each thrust, each time my cock slams deep into her. I grab her left breast with my go away hand and fun with her erect nipple. She winces as I do so gritting her teeth as her mammilla are incredibly sensitive after getting them pierced. I love that she decided to pierce them. They make her chest look sexy and are a physical monitor of how much of a addict my wife can be.

I squeeze her boob with my left hired hand switching back and forth as my right hand holds her mightily leg. I continue my stab back and forth picking up my rate as I go.

I slam my hips up against her thighs, each time listening to the mighty slapping sounds as our trunk collide. Heather loves this and begs for me to be more approximative with her.

"Harder child ! !"She says.

I slam myself into her thighs, spreading her legs wider for me to shove my member as recondite into her soaking wet erotic love tunnel as I can. I get the sense of an orgasm building up in my release as I do so. Heather practically screams for me to fuck her harder. It's so nice to birth our own seclusion having our place secluded from any neighbors as we live on a hill overlooking the glide. There's been plenty of clock time 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 shiny grin on her case.

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

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

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

With my shining stopcock coated in her pussy juice, I take my shaft and pressing my tip against her tight sphincter. We could definitely use lubricant but I know Heather loves a great challenge as the annoyance mixed with pleasure turns her on. I feel her asshole open as I stretch her out shoving my shaft inch by column inch up inside her guts.

broom is laid back with her hands pressed against her breasts squeezing them. I take both my hands to rub the bakshish of her sensitive nipples to enhance her delight.

"God I love you baby !"Heather thigh-slapper as she reaches down to play with her clit.

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

We grunt together as I hold onto her legs for support, letting my hip joint do all the oeuvre. It's amazing how tight she is after fucking her all her kettle of fish for the last few years.

Eventually, I pull out of her ass, grabbing my putz. I aim for her kitty and fight my way easily inside as I pick up my footstep fucking my wife.

"YES ! piece of tail ! Switch holes babe ! Fuck BOTH of them ! !"Heather cries out.

I fuck her cunt pulling in and out rapidly, and then attract out. I push my tip against her gaping shit and shove it up her butt. I thrust in and out just as fast as I play with her button in the cognitive operation. Heather covers her face with her hands as I fuck her ass and gambling with her clit. Her breast jiggle freely as I thrust in and out of her.

"shag my pussy now baby ! !"

I pull out of her asshole and stuff my shaft straight into her snatch in one try as my hips save poke in and out. Heather at this point is massaging her clit frantically as I continue fucking her pussy at a blue-belly velocity. Knowing her, she's going to cum for me. She's a squirter so I'm ready for the intermit spigot soon to go far as I pull out of her pussy again and aim my marijuana cigarette for her welcome butthole.

"Just like that baby ! ! ass my ASS ! ! I'm so unaired ! I'm going to pretend a MESS ! !"My married woman informs me.

At this point, I slow myself down and take my meter, pulling in and out of her arse. Something about the slow thrusts in and out of her asshole drives us both crazy as I watch my spear slide out easily just until my tip is left pressing against her sphincter and then as I push myself into her with my gibe engulfed by her anal retentive canal stretching her out inside.

My wife takes a few late breaths and then lets out a big scream as she squeezes her tit with one helping hand and rapidly fingerbreadth her button with the former.

"I'M CUMMING DARLING ! ! !"She yells with radiant transport.

She lets out five powerful squirts of her climax juice, one at a metre. Each time she does so her body slip upright with my cock still up her anus. I feel her ass muscles tighten, squeezing my cock from the force of each squirt she lets out, spilling her erotic love all over my lower chest, crotch, and on her sides, soaking our outdoor terrace bed.

Pulling out of her, we laugh together.

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

"Thanks honey. It's all you though. You're the sole one who's ever made me culminate like that."broom William 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 trade things up again.

"I'm going to sit down on the edge of the bed. I want you to sit on my cock baby. I'm going to do it your tight whoreson again as you ride me."I tell her.

Heather obeys my request and crowd me down onto the patio bed. She turns around facing forward as I get a phenomenal prospect of her ass close to my face. She teases me by wiggling it finale to me as I lean in and osculate each face. She giggles, standing up straight and sitting down slowly on my lap. In doing so, I grab her waist with one hand and use my other to array my cock with her gaping arse. Once my tip slideway in, heather mixture gasps as she sits down completely, holding my legs on her sides for bread and butter as she slowly raises her hips up and down. I feel my cock reach her dickhead 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 position we're used to fucking in. I take over for her as I grab both her ass buttock and raise her keister off my shaft. I watch as my hammer slips out of her agape hole as it smacks my crotch. Her hollow drips with ass juice and my precum as I take my jibe and chute it right back into her rigorous trap. I take my married woman's brass and use them to rip her ass up and down my rod as I'm in control. She moans and grunt begging for Thomas More, telling me she's going to cum again if I continue doing what I'm doing. Of course, that motivates me to cull up my pace and fuck her harder and deeper.

At this decimal point, it's really unmanageable for me to obligate back my orgasm, so for my last thaumaturgy up my sleeve, I lay back. With my cock deep inside my wife's bunghole, I spread her legs wide as I use my hips to thrust up and down as deep and hard as I can. With her body weighting on top of me and my orgasm approaching quickly, I slowly terminate my driving force and lay my body down, exhausted.

"Suck me dry. I want you to smack your ass and kitty as I cum down your throat."

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

Heather climbs back into the bed as I sit up allowing her to deflect forward and down to my crotch to gain ground entree to my manhood. She opens her mouth and shoves my shaft down her pharynx with no issuance.

"Mmmmmm ...."She oink with my dick in her mouth telling me she loves the flavour of her asshole and pussy juice.

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

I let out a groan as my wife opens her lips and shoves my rod back into her fond backtalk. My number 1 eruption hits hard as she slides her mitt down my marijuana cigarette and to my sack as she begins to milk me making for certain she gets every last-place drop of my cum for her. My 2d, then third base eruptions spill deep into Heather's mouth as she swallows each incumbrance. She doesn't lead my prick out of her mouth until she's absolutely positive that she swallowed every last drop after my fifth or sixth eruption.

With that, we finish and lay down in our patio bed for a while just relaxing during our post-orgasm senior high school. We embrace each other and snog for a time just enjoying having each other. We've been living our new living happily now for over three class. Some mean solar 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 portentous day I was getting ready for Spring Break to now, living in Italy with new names and occupations. All we have is each other. And that's all each of us ever need.

Scots heather 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 preserve on with our lives, enjoying every cute mo we have together.





••••••••EPILOGUE•••••••••

And so that's my storey. It's been 12 eld since I took my new identity element as Oliver Cole Albert Porter. I was rosy enough to spend eight old age with Heather, my married woman. We did everything together when we were given the chance to bulge out all over. We both had a fresh scratch line. A new beginning. With the generous sum of money we were given by Mr. Jeffrey fount, we had enough to work half the class in our village and spend the early half traveling all throughout European Economic Community. Heather loved French Republic, Ellas, and Republic of Croatia. I've lost count of how many times we visited those land. I look back at all the space we visited together and I get emotional. I miss her.

One summer good morning, about eight years into living together happily married, Heather passed out in our garden. She was in her tardily fifties at that dot in time and had some minor health military issue. I rushed her to our local anesthetic clinic where the Doctor of the Church could not find a ground other than desiccation for her to pass out randomly. We let it go and I continued to monitor her for about a week. Heather was incredibly felicitous during her last calendar week spent with me. We had lately Night sex on the beach and on our sauceboat, tope mess of wine together, and shared stories of past memories together with muckle of laughs. After an evening spent walking throughout our village, we went family. Before falling asleep, Heather told me she had a headache. I gave her some medicine and water before she went to sleep. Before she did, she touched my face and gave me a candy kiss.

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

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

Once the denial phase started to drag in away from me in that moment, I called the clinic to deliver the tragical news. They sent a minuscule medical squad to our firm to take her physical structure for an autopsy. Calluna vulgaris died in her sopor after a tear mental capacity aneurysm. We never saw it coming. The doctors can't even tell apart me to this day how or why it happened.

I decided to cremate her body and spread her ash 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 aliveness. For saving both our life-time back in the motel all those days ago after her psycho ex held us hostage. For allowing me to have the chance to begin all over again and be there for her, lively life with her, and generate her everything that she deserved. She was my earthly concern ! I'll never forget her.

I took her ashes and circulate them into the ocean.

"adieu Violet."

I've spent the lowest few yr by myself, continuing to hold out the life story that Heather and I enjoyed. I have spent time wondering if it was ever going to be condom for me to rejoin to the State. I was well-chosen living a nice serenity lifespan in Italy. But I needed to make a motion on. Find a new adventure. After all, that's what Violet would have wanted for me to do. She would have wanted me to do whatever makes me well-chosen. So, I decided to take a risk.

In submit day, I hold onto my passport and boarding laissez passer as I take a seat aboard my trajectory. I have a one-way ticket to Golden State. Whatever the risk, whatever the cost, I just knew I had to make it back home. To my syndicate.

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

"Nervous ?"

I turn to my face and see a favorable passenger. An elderly dame with a bright smile on her face.

"Oh uh ... yeah just a little bit."I tell her with a queasy laugh.

"Bless your warmness darling. First time flying ?"She reaches over to me and snaffle my hired man.

With a grinning, I tell her no.

"Heading back home to my family. It's been a retentive 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 dear. It's a long trajectory. We got ta acquire charge of each other. What's your public figure ?"

I hesitate at low, taken aback by the interrogative sentence. But I take a deep breather, constrict her hand and look at her with confidence and a sentiency of superbia when I tell her.

"My name is George Lucas David Smith, but you can shout out me Luke."

END OF SERIES.

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