A couple time of day later, Jeff returns. He hands me a large yellowness envelope. I open it up to encounter a new passport, social security number, ID, and a prepaid phone. I open up my passport and see a fairly Holocene word picture of me. The figure reads"King Oliver Lucas Porter."

"Sorry you couldn't pick out the new figure. We did leave you to preserve Lucas with it."Jeff tells me.

I look at my phone and spread up my touch to come up lone one name.

"Heather P."

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

I shake my headland as I try to conform myself to my new reality.

I spend the next four workweek in the infirmary regaining my strength. I had to attend physical therapy school term about three to four sentence each day. My doctor and therapist both had to help me try and stand on my two feet and keep me balanced the initiatory hebdomad. Then it was a matter of walking and completing certain strong-arm utilisation to show that I had regained critical motor skills to function normally. After being in a coma for five months, lying in bed the whole time, my legs were weak to say the to the lowest degree. My unit body felt weak and frail. I did the best I could in the month of recovery to eat, gain weight, and retrain my body to operate somewhat normally.

One morning time, I take a good look at myself in the mirror, after attending a physical therapy session. I have scars on my expression, down my chest, and my branch. They're a permanent 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 yesteryear of who I was. My scars will always prompt 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 driver takes us to a private field in Maryland outside of DC. Jeff explains to me along the way that I'm leaving the country and have no probability of coming back whatsoever.

"King Oliver, the day that Luke shot and killed Mr. Taylor, it sparked and created consequences that can never be fixed. The impairment is done. To avoid paying the price for what your natural process did, you must leave and NEVER come back. A lot of citizenry were involved in faking the decease of Lucas Kelly Smith and giving you a new identity all while keeping a low-profile. THIS is the solitary way you can keep Luke's phratry safe. Do I pee myself take in ?"

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

We arrive at the field. The SUV takes us to a private hanger where I'm greeted by the sight of a buck private jet, two pilots, and a flight of steps attender. Jeff gives me a bag before we step out of the vehicle.

"You have all your important written document in this briefcase. Additionally, you have in here your bank information with routing Book of Numbers and admission 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 explain what I need to know.

"Also Mr. Oliver gatekeeper, you will receive an automatize text 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 net destination, you are to text the only contact on your phone that you have arrived. They will set up your transportation from there to your new home."

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

"No sir."

Jeff extends his hand toward me.

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

We exchange work force and I thank him for everything as we division slipway. It's been about a month since Jeff introduced me to my new epithet of Oliver Porter, but it's still Wyrd. All my life sentence I've been Lucas Kelly Smith. Luke for abruptly. But that person no longer exists.

I am soon greeted by the fender and the lovely flight of stairs attendant as I step onboard the aircraft, bound for Italian Republic. I have my briefcase and a small luggage with some clothes. I get settled quickly onboard. It takes only min for the plane to taxi and achieve the rail. As we accelerate down the runway and become airborne, I take a facial expression out the window and see everything I'm leaving bum. So tenacious USA.

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

I do a lot of inquiry on keep in Europe, the beautiful settlement I'm supposed to move to, the basics of speaking Italian, etc. I am not able-bodied to sleep one bit. My Flight co-occurrence onboard the planer with me is named Emily. She takes great care of me. Always checking up and seeing how I'm doing. The individual jet I'm on is very luxurious ! My seat reclines into a bed and I have my own part space within my seating area region. It's very individual, and me feel important for some reason. On the exterior of my seating area, there's a couplet of couches, former seats, as well as a mini bar. Emily, my stewardess, has a keister near the front of the aircraft, close to the galley where she preps my repast. We have conversations throughout the flight of steps whenever she checks up on me.

"Can I get you anything Mr. gatekeeper ?"

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

Eventually I step out of my cubicle, as I like to call it, and constitute my way towards the back of the aircraft and to the mini bar. I grab a beer from the fridge and sit down on the lounge beside it. I push the birdcall button remote and signal for Emily to do to me.

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

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

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

I smile at her and nod.

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

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

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

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

"Ok Oliver, just one drink."

I grab my glass and wage increase 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 previous name or where I'm from for discernment. As a affair of fact, from what Emily has told me so far about her job, she works for a private caller that transports all form of citizenry around the globe. Many have had hidden individuality and aliases as well. Some were administration contracts and others were people in looker protective covering. Many she has transported oeuvre for the CIA and other government agencies. So without a doubt in my nous, I knew I could trust her with telling my fib, just without any names and locations.

I tell her about how I fell in love with a cleaning woman who had a deranged overjealous 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 babble out with a sincere enchantment for what I have to say.

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

I think about it and shrug.

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

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

Suddenly I hear a high-low bell from above. Emily gets up and walks toward the front of the planing machine.

"I'll be back. The skipper is calling to agree up on me."

I take a safe spirit at my favorable stewardess. I never really notice how beautiful she is. She wears on a tight white collared shirt that hugs her medium sized white meat and a blackened mini tie around her neck. On her head, she wears a stewardess hat which reminds me of something United States Navy sailors would have on. Emily has a cockeyed miniskirt skirt on with panty hose on and gamy heels. Her doll does a marvelous job of showing how round and curvy her ass is. Emily looks to be in her early thirty with blonde hair and tan skin.

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

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

"It's all good. No worries."

"Can I get you anything else right now ?"

I shrug."I'm all set. You've been so variety to me. It feels courteous 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 sympathy. With her sitting just inches from me, I eye her up and down really admiring her look. Her cleavage exposed to me and her crossed legs showing me how midst her ass is from the slope. For the 1st time in a long time, I'm feeling something I haven't felt since I've awoken from my comatoseness : bluing clod !

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

"Oliver, you've been through so much pain and distress. I can't imagine what you're feeling right now. I wish I could take away all the scathe that you're feeling and be capable to guarantee that you'll be ok."She tells me this as she reaches over and snaffle my hand. I feel like I might just blow up in my pants ! My hawkshaw hurts from the imperativeness of my ramification keeping it tucked down !

"Thanks Emily. As much as this sucks, I like to look at the cocksure side of this and conceive that this is just a new dangerous undertaking I'm about to begin. I'm a new man and this is a new beginning. So out with the old and in with the new."

Emily flashes a smile at me.

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

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

"So Oliver, about this new escapade ... ..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 gang wardrobe and pulls out her overnight luggage. Inside of it, she reaches in and takes out a diminished pink bag.

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

"outdoors this for me sweetie ?"

I grab the garden pink bag from Emily and unzip it. My eyes widen when I stare at the contents of the bag. A bottle of lotion, safety, anal stopple, lubricant, and perfume.

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

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

Emily shifts herself and sits onto my lap. She gets very close to my case and rustling,

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

With that, our lips touch and lock.

We start slow at first until I feel Emily's clapper invade my mouth. We fondle and embrace each other as our knife wrestle each other. My hands reach down to her waist and reach below as I get a good feel of her firm ass buttock. My stewardess begins to grind herself on my crotch as I rub her ass. I feel her legs shift on each position as she kicks off her cad. As I shove my tongue down Emily's throat, all I can think about are my sensation coming back to life ! The way her hair brushes on my grimace and neck. How she smells of lavender and coconut oil. Her breath tasting minty with the remnants of the whisky we both indulged. All the while thinking how horny I was at the same prison term ! Emily has my cock at the hardest it's been in calendar month ! Oh the joy of being able-bodied to satisfy my intimate urges after such a big drouth ! She continues to drudge herself on me as we kiss.

Eventually, I pull her off me just to emit !

She laughs when I do so.

"Too much ?"

I pull myself up and stand facing her.

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

I pull myself closer to her and begin to kiss her neck biting it gently as my hands begin to unbutton her shirt. Emily closes her middle moaning softly enjoying the tickling sensory faculty of my kisses and nibbling. I unbutton her shirt completely and pull it off exposing her egg white lacy bra. Reaching behind her back, my hands swiftly find her straps. I hear the magic mouse click as her bra falls down onto the base. With her grim tie still around her neck, I take a good look at her defenseless knocker in awe. Emily has medium sized breasts that are buoyant with hardened tit. I stand staring at those beautiful globes in strawman of me. With a smiling, she takes my hands and puts them up to her chest.

"Stop staring and taste them already."

Immediately I'm taken out of my trance. I sit back onto the sofa behind me. Emily gets back onto my lap as I take her tit and rub them back and Forth River against my boldness. I grab her pass on tit and proceed to gently work out her enured nipple. Emily continues to moan softly as I switch around licking each of her breasts and mamilla. I find the courage, and seize with teeth them as I hold her down on my lap to keep her from squirming.

"Oh YES ! Oh YES Oliver !"My stewardess encourages me to piece on her nipples. I proceed to rub down her breasts for a little while as we continue to buss and encompass each other. Emily then decides that it's time to continue. 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 pure view of her step-in and pantyhose. She gives me a English glance smiling as she bends back down and slowly twist off her thin black panty, exposing her bare ass and blockheaded pussy brim. She tosses them to the incline and backs her way into my face. I take my hands and smack them hard against the sides of her firm curvy ass. She grunts loudly each sentence I do so. I continue to meet around with Emily's ass slapping it and watching her face jiggle. She shakes her derriere in my case as she bends over bringing it close to my side giving me an flummox puff of her pussy and ass.

"Taste me Oliver."

I take my tongue and commence to eat the folds of her clit as my nozzle is buried into her motherfucker. I circle my glossa around her outer pussy back talk, eventually making its way up to her ass. I open Emily's ass wide as I can, allowing her to gape her toothsome hole. With two finger, I bury them deep into her ass causing her to gasp.

"YES ! fingerbreadth my tight ass !"

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

"FINGER THAT ASSHOLE ! FUCK ! ! That's the spot ! ! !"

Emily takes ascendence once again stepping forward away from me.

She reaches into her pink bag and pulls out her lube and butt plug. She pours a generous sum of money of lube on her hand and then her nag. She reaches behind herself and slowly fingers her prick. Emily lays back onto the couch and passes me her ballyhoo.

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

I didn't need to pick up her say THAT twice ! I grab her plug and align it with her dark puckered hole. Emily spreads her legs apart to make it easier for me. She spreads her asscheeks and gapes her hole 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 kiss her once again as I play with her clit. She groans as she pulls me near and kiss me enjoying the sense impression. Emily pulls me away.

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

Emily pulls my shirt off and tosses it to the position. She signals for me to tolerate up. She grabs my whang and unbuckles it. She then yanks down my bloomers and underwear together, allowing my putz to finally stand at attention freely ! She takes a few irregular to admire the size of it and look of it. Emily then press me voiceless back into the couch and climbs her way on top of me.

"I want you to just unwind and look 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 stifle down onto the floor in presence of me. She takes her knife and pivot it around my helmet. She licks my tip and slowly licks her way up and down my shaft. I grunt enjoying the very conversant sense datum of being licked like an ice pick 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 initiatory but increases her tempo bobbing her promontory up and down. She stares at me as she does so obviously enjoying the fact that I'm in the oestrus of the import enjoying it all ! She then surprises me next when I feel her index finger squeezing into my asshole !

"Oh horseshit ! What the roll in the hay ? ?"

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

"Do you like this ?"

I shake my forefront 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 sass make way to my ball. She engulfs my intact sack into her mouth and begins to draw on them while fingering me.

My center were practically rolled to the back of my head ! Who is this womanhood ? ? I could not believe what a addict my Flight attendant is ! Emily then work out my ball sack all the way up to my shaft. She does this for a few hour until I'm unable to plow the site any longer.

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

She pulls her fingerbreadth out of my ass jerked meat me off intensely ! As soon as her lips touch the tip of my rooster, I erupt and spill my massive loads down her throat ! This being my foremost climax in almost six calendar month, I'm shocked to see the sum of money of jizz shooting out of me into Emily's mouth ! And she takes ALL of it, struggling to keep from spitting some out.

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

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

"well, five months 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 thirst kick in. I watch her walk away to the galley to get us some boozing. She's completely naked only leaving on her Black tie around her neck and her pantyhose. I look at the glazed hindquarters plug up inside her ass.

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

"Just a heads up Emily and King Oliver, we're about to enter a storm with moderate to terrible turbulence, so please sit down and heave up until we turn off the seat belt mark giving you the all-clear that it's safe to move about the cabin."

We hear a in high spirits chime as the Captain illuminates the seatbelt sign.

"Damnit ! Just when the tangible fun was about to begin !"Emily exclaims.

That's when my mastermind gets a light electric light idea.

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

Emily's middle widen with excitement.

"I'm totally up for that !"

She begins to grind her hips on me as she slowly starts to ricochet on my hammer. She slowly rides my slam bouncing up and down, keeping my dick hardened inside her. A few min pass and suddenly the plane shiver with outstanding force. I grab onto Emily's waist for reenforcement, keeping her unwavering on top of me so she doesn't fall. The plane begins to demote around up and down aggressively. The turbulence was definitely worse than moderate. I continue to hold onto Emily as the plane bounces up and down. With the upheaval shaking the airplane, Emily shifts up and down on my hammer. We both moan together enjoying the tactile sensation of Mother Nature doing the work for us.

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

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

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

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

With the help of the upheaval, I'm able to lead over. I pull her closer to me as I begin to shake my body up and down increasing my step. Emily begs for me to bonk her faster as I enjoy the phone of her thigh-slapper and my dick clapping her impertinence.

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

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

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

We catch our breaths once more. I was on the verge of cumming again so my cock stayed severely. Emily lays down on the couch catching her breath. I glance down at her au naturel sweaty consistence. Her shiny quid caught my attention once again.

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

Emily gives me a bemire smile.

"Go for it !"

I slowly reach for her stopple. I pull it out very slowly until it completely emerges exposing Emily's gaping mother fucker.

"filling me up !"

I grab her and lean her back into the recess of the couch and spread her branch extensive apart. With one stifle on the floor and the other on the end of the couch, I grab my hawkshaw and easily insert it unanimous into her asshole. Emily's eyes widen as she gasps.

"ass !"

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

"C'mon Oliver ! screw my blotto whoreson dude ! I'm not afraid of that big hammer of yours in my butthole ! fucking ME HARDER ! !"

As I continued to pound this horny stewardess in the ass, I grab her tit and bite down hard on her nipples causing her to scream even more ! My endorsement coming being second away, I then root for my cock out and shove the integrality of it into her cunt as I release my 2d load oceanic abyss into Emily.

"shag ! ! ! Cum in my slit ! ! YES ! ! !"

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

"Taste my seed you stewardess whore !"

I reach into her pussy and dig the remnant of my load out of her. Emily seize my script and shoves my digit in her rima oris licking up my spunk.

"Hmmm, so delicious you are."

With that, Emily stands up and kisses me.

"Leslie Townes Hope you're fulfil with your newfound freedom celebration."

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

Emily cleans herself up as she prepares the aircraft for arrival. I'm able to wash up and clean our surface area up while we start our downslope into Italy. Time flies when you're having a great metre !

As soon as the wheels touch the earth, I receive an machine-controlled school text content."WELCOME TO GENOA, Italy ! NEXT blockage FOR YOU MR. Pullman porter IS VERNAZZA"it reads.

I look up the location on my telephone using the maps. The riotous way to get there is by train. From the face of it, the wagon train station is a few blocks from the airport and has regular service to and from the region of Vernazza. The side by side string parting in about 45 minute. Once the airplane is completely stopped and parked at the hangar, Emily opens up the main cabin door and the flight of stairs deck door for the airplane pilot.

She makes an announcement on the PA,

"Welcome to Genoa Italy !"

I grab my bag and walk of life to to the front of the plane.

"Good luck Mr. Porter on all your future endeavors."Emily gives me a hug acting polite and professional person as both of the buffer are in raft of us. If only they knew about her picayune"celebration"she did for me.

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

I say my thanks to both pilot for the safe flight and make my way into the hangar which leads to a minor terminal.

After clearing tradition in the private hangar, I head inside the depot. I'm surprised to see a man in a wooing holding a sign with the name"Oliver Porter."

"Mr. ostiary ?"He asks me as he sees me staring at the preindication for a lilliputian bit.

I greet him as he tells me that he is my transportation to the gearing post. I thank him as he helps me with my bags to the taxi. As we drive along the coast of Italian Republic, I stare at the lustrous and clear wild blue yonder 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 number one wood, for the ride to the train station as it was about a 15 min drive 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 udder into the place.

"Train 7 will arrive shortly and will drive you to Vernazza."

"Thank you Mr. Roberto for your kindness and help."I manus him a tip in cash for his hospitality. We part style as I wait for my train to make me to my new dwelling house.

The wait is short and I'm able to hop on the caravan over to Vernazza.

The ride took just under two hours. I look at the name of the train stop I'm instructed to get off at. I grab my bags and mind to the lobby surface area of the station. I remember Jeff's instructions about texting the lonesome impinging on my phone. I text"ARRIVED"to a"heather P."on my telephone. I'm still confused as to who this Calluna vulgaris is. Is she a tour guide ? A local villager who happens to make out Jeff ? Almost immediately, my telephone vibrates and receives a reply."I'll be there shortly."

About an hour of waiting, I'm almost quick to name this Calluna vulgaris person. It's been a hanker journey getting here and all I wanted to do in my new home base is to get a nice repast and some sleep.

"Mr. ostiary ?"

I turn to confront the oddly familiar voice and I'm surprised to see Heather ... also known as reddish blue Elizabeth Taylor !

"violet ? ?"

With tears in her eyes, violet embraces me.

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

As violet holds onto me with dear life-time, I'm finally capable to let reality lapse in and I lean into her and works a candy kiss on her easy back talk. We kissed passionately for some time holding each other, trying to make the present moment lastly. Finally, we're able-bodied 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 exterior. She has a fomite ready for us with a driver. We get in, and the driver takes us out of the metropolis area and effort along the seacoast. Violet and I are greeted by spectacular views of the coast with beautiful water, mound and lucullan fleeceable valleys, and architecture of surrounding villages and townspeople. Violet holds my hired man in the car as we stay tranquility enjoying the perspective. After about a one-half hour effort, the driver pulls off onto a English route which takes us down to a small settlement near the beach. He makes another round and drops us off along a secluded pier.

"Grazie signore !"reddish blue tells the driver as she tips him. We get out of the vehicle and walk along the pier that is lined up with lowly boats. Violet takes me to a pocket-sized boat and loads up my stuff onto it. I noticed in small Joseph Black lettering the figure"door guard"on the English of the boat.

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

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

"Yes indeed we are darling. Please permit me to enter myself to you King Oliver. My figure is heather mixture. ling Porter ... .your wife."

broom reaches over and kiss me.

All of this find surreal ! !

"fountainhead nice to officially meet you Heather."

I give her a kiss back.

Scots heather unties our boat from the bob, 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 lives. Heather has changed a lot since we've lowest seen each other, the horrifying night we had at the motel. Her peel is darker with a better tan from the clime of our new home. ling is now a Brunette with straight hair cut short. She's lost some exercising weight as her body is more athletic.

We then discuss about her kinship with Jeff and who he was. She tells me that they both attended order school together all their lives. How he was like a brother to her. She tells me that Jeff was in the section of Homeland Security back in the US and how he had powerful connections around the globe. That explained how he was able to pass over up the murder of her husband, a special ops navy blue Seal. Jeff had a squad of people dispose of Clark Taylor and counterfeit our decease to avoid our families being in risk for the slaying of Mr. Taylor. Once Violet ( Scots heather ) knew that I was going to be ok, when I was in a medically rush coma, Jeff set up her alias and sent her over to Italy calendar month in advance to take into account me to go back while she set up our new dwelling house. Heather continued the conversation with telling me how she traveled all around the rural area and befriended many local in the settlement. She told me her Italian was getting better each day and she could not wait to teach me !

We then arrive at a low wharfage with a pair of early gravy holder. I grab my bags as Scots heather leads the way up the hill. We get to the top and make our way to a private itinerary which takes us to a beautiful small planetary house overlooking the coast and a great purview of our village.

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

We both laugh as I drop my bags into our room. Calluna vulgaris gives me the grand tour of our house. She takes pride 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 live how I could ever thank you for what you did for me that night back in the motel."

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

"Heather, you saved me that dark. All I could think about was you. How I could not stand up to live on the residual of my life history without you. I did what I had to do. There are issue to what my natural action did. We won't ever be able-bodied to come back to the US or see our families again, but none of that affair because I have all I need right here in front of me."

ling and I leaned closer. We shared a mystifying passionate kiss as husband and married woman.

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We continued our kiss as my dick penetrated broom's tight 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 brass into the pillow beside her face as I begin to get a familiar spirit feeling of an orgasm coming. Scots heather bites down on my shoulder begging for more.

My hands rub her consistency all over. From her white meat with her newly pierced teat, all the way down her waist. I massage her warm sweaty physical structure as I thrust my prick in and out of her cunt. Once I hit my orgasm, heather mixture began to scream.

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

It was a beautiful feeling. It hurt so bad as I continued to pound her flesh as our tongues engulfed each former. I keep pumping my turncock in and out. Hard, but slowly as we both tried to beguile our breathes. In the same way that people see their lives flash before their eyes right before dying, I saw my life flashgun with every second I've shared with Heather back when we were Luke and Violet. Our first night together when I helped her plenty with a"icky"dilemma she had going on. Our holiday to United Mexican States with me and my college Quaker. Sharing her with her sister Linda. Our separation during the time her ex hubby took over her life. Our days locked up in that motel by that psycho. How he tortured me and raped her. And of course the screams. The terrible belly laugh after the gun went off. I saw ALL of those moments when my orgasm hit Heather hard. We lay down together catching our breaths.

"Joseph Oliver ?"

"Yes babe ?"

"I love you."

I lean into my wife kissing her showing my love for her. From that breaker point on, I knew that no subject what challenges we faced, we'd be fine. We had each early. That's all that mattered. New epithet, new lives, new beginnings. Heather will always keep a especial place in my spirit. Heather. Or as how I once knew her ... VIOLET.

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

My tenderness is pounding. I see him !

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

He screams at me and scope for his air hole tongue on the bed. That same tongue that he has used to strap my cheek, weaponry, and chest. The cold pee to the case gives me enough adrenaline to grab the gun on the nightstand. He shoves me to the trading floor. I hit my head with a loud thud ! My visual modality starts to obnubilate as we wrestle, both of us trying to surmount each other.

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

"NOOOOOOOOOOOO ! ! ! ! ! !"

I wake up drenched in effort. I try to becharm my breather and regain my composure.

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

"I keep seeing him ! It's the same screw nightmare all over again ! I can't quietus ! !"

Calluna vulgaris grabs 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 year. It's all in the past. I need you to just pass off for me. Go outside and get some fresh air if you need to."

taking her advice, I kiss her. I get out of bed, and walk to our pocket-size kitchen. I wash my font with cold water and drink a cup for hydration.

I walk out the front door and down our private path. The star topology are bright in the sky and the lunation is in entire burden. It's a gorgeous evening as the moon reflects upon the coastline in our little small town.

I stop once I reach the cliff, close to the track that's connected to the sleep of the lilliputian Greenwich Village in this Italian part. Our village is very remote with absolutely no access to cars. lonesome way in is by boat or helicopter.

I stop and think about how my life has dramatically changed in the stopping point few years. Ever since I came back home from college for the summer. I think about my family line that I left behind back in the US. I miss them so much ! But I know that I can never generate. I'm a ghost. violet is a specter. 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 aliases. A fresh start, on the one condition that we could never go back nursing home. Ever.

It's a lull and peaceful place here and I've adjusted well to it all. I work at a local securities industry and I also fish by the coast for a keep. Calluna vulgaris sells jewelry and other supplement all around Town to the tourists that come from around the world. living is commodity but I still deal with my monster 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 material body of nightmares mostly. I've gotten better as time has gone by, but they're still there. If it wasn't for heather mixture, I don't think I could ever handle it. The care. The guilt. The trauma. It's a permanent scar for life history that I can only handle but can never bring around. Don't get me wrong, she needs me just as a good deal as I need her. What we both went through that day ... I'm surprised she's been so strong for me. I sit down on a with child boulder, overlooking the coast. I close my optic. I take oceanic abyss breathing time. I listen to the calm sounds of the breeze and the undulation of the piddle crashing into shoring. It's the easily remedy for me to becalm myself down. The dear way that I can identify it is a ataraxis beyond understanding that embraces me ... telling me that everything is going to be alright.

I get up and set about to run. I feel the breeze against my fount and I run faster ! I run down the trail taking me throughout some local hamlet along the coast. sentence flies by because when I stop to catch up with my hint, I look toward the east and see the sun beginning to rise. I walk back menage with a smile on my boldness. Everything is going to be ok ! I take the terminal turn on the trail and up the hill where my theater is, up a secret footpath. It's time to wake up broom for breakfast, and set out our day.

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

"Hey sweetie, how was your run ?"

I tell her it was amazing as I give her a hug and a kiss. I go to take a nimble exhibitioner and make my way back to the kitchen. ling stands by the heel counter looking incredibly sexy as she brings a bowl of fruit to the board.

"Ready to eat ?"She asks me.

I stare at her as she stands before me with just her intimate lace nightgown on. It's thin material that's see through and gives me a capital survey of her calamitous pantie and her chest popping out. Underneath the material, I can create out her two enlarged nipples that are pierced.

I step closer to my wife and work my hand down to her crotch. She closes her eyes and softly groan as I lean closer to kiss her neck. Just as I suspect, she's moist down in her nether neighborhood.

"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 broom on the outdoor terrace bed in our garden. It's a beautiful stage setting for us to give honey and get sheer kinky. Heather lays back and rips off her nightgown easily, exposing her defenseless breasts.

"Yankee my panty off infant !"

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 subscribe to them off completely. Taking off my shirt, I then lean into my married woman's naked body and wrap my arms around her as we kiss. She locks me in her arm kissing me furiously as I try to draw in away from her to snog her lower consistence. I hear her breathing heavily as our lip are pressed firmly together. I'm capable to bring out myself from her handgrip as I make my way down her body. She grabs her titty and massages them gently as I kiss my way down her stomach to her navel area and then to my lever ownership. Heather is freshly waxed for me. Her labia is swollen with her pussy backtalk closed off. I inhale and get a puff of her recent shower aroma. I take my spit out and use it to spread her kitty-cat lips wide open. I'm then able to dig into her tunnel as I shove my clapper deeper inside as I grab heather's leg from underneath to open them full for me.

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

I take my ripe bridge player, using two fingers and slowly rub the top of her clit to moisten them. Once my finger's breadth are wet and lubricated, I insert them slowly inside her pussycat as I continue to eat my married woman for breakfast. It doesn't take long for her orgasm to hit as her legs shake in my face and I feel her deal bury my head deeper into her crotch. My wife lets out a sigh of blissful relief.

"Thanks infant. That was wonderful."She tells me catching her breathing place.

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

I stand up and commit her by her legs closer to me onto the edge of our terrace bed. With the summit of the bed, my waist is perfectly aligned with her cunt as I stand in between heather mixture's legs. I pull my shorts down all the way with one script and then mistreat out of them leaving me naked with my hard peter ready for some action. I press my shaft up against her crotch. I grab my quill and gently massage the tip against her clit as I use her pussy juice to earn it wanton for me to slide right in.

Heather nods at me, closing her middle, giving me the go-ahead signaling to claim what's rightfully mine. Once lubricated, I thrust myself all the way inside her, stretching her vaginal lips widely undefendable.

ling oink softly taking every in of my meaty dick like a champ. I've been fucking her for the final few age already and it's great to see the response on her face each time like it's the first 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 foreland enjoying each thrust, each fourth dimension my cock slams deep into her. I grab her left wing bosom with my go out hand and play with her rear nipple. She winces as I do so gritting her dentition as her nipples are incredibly tender after getting them pierced. I love that she decided to pierce them. They make her tit look sexier and are a forcible reminder of how much of a freak my wife can be.

I squeeze her breasts with my left field paw switching back and forth as my right handwriting holds her decent leg. I continue my poke back and Forth River picking up my pace as I go.

I slam my coxa up against her thigh, each fourth dimension listening to the mighty slapping phone as our bodies collide. Heather loves this and begs for me to be more rough with her.

"Harder sister ! !"She says.

I slam myself into her thighs, spreading her legs wider for me to thrust my member as deep into her soaking wet dear tunnel as I can. I get the sense of an climax building up in my sack as I do so. heather mixture practically screams for me to fuck her harder. It's so nice to have our own secrecy having our home secluded from any neighbors as we live on a mound overlooking the coast. There's been plenty of meter where I've fucked Heather outside all around our property.

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

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

She has a vivid smile on her face.

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

I'm excited 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 dribble below to her bum hole.

With my shiny cock coated in her snatch juice, I take my shaft of light and wardrobe my tip against her sloshed sphincter. We could definitely use lube but I know ling loves a great challenge as the pain mixed with pleasure turns her on. I feel her asshole receptive as I stretch her out shoving my rotating shaft in by column inch up inside her guts.

heather mixture is laid back with her hands pressed against her breasts squeezing them. I take both my mitt to rub the top of her sensitive nipples to enhance her pleasure.

"God I love you baby !"heather screams as she reaches down to make for with her clit.

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

We grunt together as I hold onto her pegleg for reinforcement, letting my hip do all the work. It's amazing how tight she is after fucking her all her holes for the last few old age.

Eventually, I pull out of her ass, grabbing my rotating shaft. I aim for her pussy and push my way easily inside as I pick up my stride fucking my wife.

"YES ! screw ! transposition holes infant ! Fuck BOTH of them ! !"Heather cries out.

I fuck her pussy pulling in and out rapidly, and then pull out. I push my tip against her gaping bunghole and stuff it up her can. I thrust in and out just as fast as I play with her clit in the cognitive operation. Heather covers her facial expression with her script as I fuck her ass and frolic with her clit. Her chest jiggle freely as I thrust in and out of her.

"shtup my pussycat now baby ! !"

I pull out of her asshole and jostle my ray straight into her snatch in one try as my hips save thrusting in and out. Heather at this point is massaging her clit frantically as I continue fucking her pussy at a swift speed. Knowing her, she's going to cum for me. She's a squirter so I'm ready for the snap off faucet soon to arrive as I pull out of her twat again and aim my peg for her welcoming butthole.

"Just like that sister ! ! ass my ASS ! ! I'm so skinny ! I'm going to realize a heap ! !"My married woman informs me.

At this item, I slow myself down and learn my time, pulling in and out of her posterior. Something about the slow jabbing in and out of her asshole drive us both crazy 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 retentive canal stretching her out inside.

My wife takes a few trench breaths and then lets out a big sidesplitter as she squeezes her tit with one hand and rapidly fingers her clitoris with the former.

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

She lets out five powerful squirt of her orgasm juice, one at a time. Each time she does so her body transmutation upright with my dick still up her anus. I feel her ass muscles tighten, squeezing my peter from the military group of each spirt she lets out, spilling her love all over my humble chest of drawers, genitalia, and on her sides, soaking our outdoor patio bed.

Pulling out of her, we laugh together.

"That was amazing baby ! You drive me unhinged 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 bottleful of water supply for the both of us inside quickly for rehydration. I still haven't cum yet so we need to switch things up again.

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

Calluna vulgaris obeys my postulation and pushes me down onto the patio bed. She turns around facing forward as I get a phenomenal prospect of her ass close to my nerve. She teases me by wiggling it last to me as I lean in and kiss each buttock. 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 early to ordinate my tool with her yawn cocksucker. Once my tip slideway in, Heather gasps as she sits down completely, holding my legs on her English for funding as she slowly raises her hip joint up and down. I feel my turncock stretchiness her asshole out as I fill her up deep as I can go. My wife grunt 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 cheeks and raise her nates off my shaft. I watch as my cock slips out of her gaping kettle of fish as it smacks my crotch. Her hollow drip mould with ass juice and my precum as I take my shot and sliding board it right back into her besotted yap. I take my wife's cheeks and use them to deplumate her ass up and down my rod as I'm in control. She moans and grunts 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 clean up my gait and fuck her harder and deeper.

At this point, it's really difficult for me to keep back my climax, so for my last john up my sleeve, I lay back. With my cock deep inside my wife's arse, I spread her wooden leg broad as I use my rosehip to thrust up and down as oceanic abyss and punishing as I can. With her eubstance weight on top of me and my orgasm approaching quickly, I slowly turn back my thrusts and lay my body down, exhausted.

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

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

heather climbs back into the bed as I sit up allowing her to bend forward and down to my crotch to gain access to my manhood. She opens her oral fissure and shoves my shaft down her pharynx with no offspring.

"Mmmmmm ...."She grunts with my dick in her mouth telling me she loves the flavor of her arse and pussy juice.

She then takes my rod out of her sassing and punch my stick up and down, jerking me off slowly. It's too practically for me.

I let out a groan as my wife opens her lips and shoves my rod back into her warm up mouth. My initiatory eruption hits surd as she slides her helping hand down my joystick and to my paper bag as she begins to milk me making sure she gets every last free fall of my cum for her. My second, then third eruptions spill deep into Calluna vulgaris's mouth as she swallows each load. She doesn't lease my cock out of her mouth until she's absolutely positive that she swallowed every conclusion drop after my twenty percent or sixth eructation.

With that, we finish and lay down in our patio bed for a while just relaxing during our post-orgasm high. We embrace each other and kiss for a time just enjoying having each early. We've been living our new life story happily now for over three years. Some twenty-four hours like today, it still doesn't look real. Everything we've been through together. From where we were when we first met that one fateful day I was getting fix for Spring 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.

Heather takes my hired man as we make our way back inside our dwelling house.

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

We go about our day and continue on with our lifetime, enjoying every wanted moment we have together.





••••••••EPILOGUE•••••••••

And so that's my story. It's been 12 years since I took my new identity as Oliver Porter. I was fortunate enough to spend eight days with Heather, my wife. We did everything together when we were given the fortune to start all over. We both had a fresh startle. A new commencement. With the generous amount of money we were given by Mr. Jeffrey Font, we had enough to work half the year in our village and spend the early half traveling all throughout EC. heather loved France, Hellenic Republic, and Croatia. I've lost enumeration of how many times we visited those res publica. I look back at all the places we visited together and I get emotional. I miss her.

One summer cockcrow, about eight years into living together happily married, broom passed out in our garden. She was in her late fifty dollar bill at that dot in time and had some minor health issues. I rushed her to our local clinic where the doctor could not observe a understanding former than dehydration for her to go on out randomly. We let it go and I continued to monitor her for about a week. Heather was incredibly happy during her last workweek spent with me. We had late night sex on the beach and on our gravy boat, drank plentitude of wine together, and shared stories of past store together with piles of gag. After an evening spent walking throughout our Greenwich Village, we went base. Before falling asleep, Heather told me she had a headache. I gave her some medicine and urine before she went to catch some Z's. Before she did, she touched my case and gave me a osculation.

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

With those last lyric I hold near to my heart each day, Heather passed away in her sleep. I spent 60 minutes the following morning trying to wake her up. I've never wept so hard in my biography. She lay lifeless in our bed as I held onto her mendicancy for her to wake up.

Once the demurrer form started to drag away from me in that moment, I called the clinic to deliver the tragic news show. They sent a small medical checkup team to our theater to take her trunk for an postmortem examination. broom died in her sleep after a ruptured brainpower aneurysm. We never saw it coming. The doctors can't even recite me to this day how or why it happened.

I decided to cremate her body and spread her ash tree in the ocean. I took our boat out to sea to propagate them. I looked up to the sky and thanked whoever or whatever was out there in the clouds for allowing her to be apart of my life. For saving both our sprightliness back in the motel all those yr ago after her psychotic person ex held us hostage. For allowing me to have got the opportunity to start out all over again and be there for her, be life-time with her, and give her everything that she deserved. She was my earth ! I'll never forget her.

I took her ash tree and spread them into the sea.

"Goodbye Violet."

I've spent the terminal few old age by myself, continuing to dwell the life that Heather and I enjoyed. I have spent meter wondering if it was ever going to be safe for me to return to the State Department. I was felicitous living a nice quiet sprightliness in Italian Republic. But I needed to move on. find out a new adventure. After all, that's what reddish blue would stimulate wanted for me to do. She would have wanted me to do whatever makes me happy. So, I decided to take a peril.

In present day, I hold onto my pass and boarding qualifying as I take a tooshie aboard my escape. I have a one-way ticket to Golden State. Whatever the risk of infection, whatever the cost, I just knew I had to make believe it back home. To my family.

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

"Nervous ?"

I turn to my position and see a friendly passenger. An elderly Lady with a shiny smile on her face.

"Oh uh ... yeah just a fiddling bit."I tell her with a nervous laugh.

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

With a smile, I tell her no.

"header back home to my family. It's been a hanker time."

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

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

"You're absolutely welcome dear. It's a farseeing flight. We got ta aim care of each other. What's your name ?"

I hesitate at beginning, taken aback by the interrogative sentence. But I take a deep breath, pinch her hand and feeling at her with self-confidence and a gumption of pride when I tell her.

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

END OF SERIES.

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