A mates hr later, Jeff returns. He hands me a large chickenhearted envelope. I open it up to find a new passport, social security number, ID, and a prepaid sound. I open up my passport and see a fairly recent picture of me. The name reads"Oliver Lucas Porter."

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

I look at my telephone and spread up my contacts to find but one epithet.

"ling P."

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

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

I spend the adjacent four weeks in the hospital regaining my durability. I had to attend physical therapy sitting about three to four multiplication each day. My medico and therapist both had to help me try and stand on my two ft and restrain me balanced the first workweek. Then it was a thing of walking and completing certain physical exercises to show that I had regained critical motor skills to function normally. After being in a coma for five months, lying in bed the unit prison term, my legs were weak to say the least. My whole soundbox felt weakly and frail. I did the honorable I could in the month of recovery to eat, gain weighting, and retrain my body to work somewhat normally.

One morning, I take a good spirit at myself in the mirror, after attending a physical therapy session. I have scars on my human face, down my chest, and my limb. They're a permanent reminder of the overrefinement that Kenneth Clark put me through back at the motel. I have a new name and new identity operator now. But that will never undo the past tense of who I was. My scars will always cue me of who I was.

After a month of physical therapy, I'm discharged from the infirmary. I get into an SUV with Jeff. The driver takes us to a buck private landing field in Old Line 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.

"Oliver, the day that Luke shot and killed Mr. Elizabeth Taylor, it sparked and created import that can never be fixed. The damage is done. To void paying the price for what your action mechanism did, you must go out and NEVER come back. A lot of multitude were involved in faking the death of Lucas Kelly Ian Smith and giving you a new identity all while keeping a low-profile. THIS is the exclusively way you can keep back Luke's sept safety. Do I make myself clear ?"

I take a deep breath and acknowledge him. It hurts that I never got to say goodbye to my kinsfolk. I was going to lose them for sure as shooting. But in all equity, I should be abruptly right now. It's a miracle I even recovered from my injuries I sustained while trapped in that motel. I try to see the shining side in all this. I'm being given the opportunity to start life all over again. A new public figure, reinvigorated beginning, and new beginning !

We arrive at the airfield. The SUV takes us to a private hanger where I'm greeted by the raft of a common soldier jet, two original, and a trajectory attendant. Jeff gives me a suitcase before we step out of the vehicle.

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

We walk towards the plane as he continues to explain what I need to know.

"Also Mr. Oliver Porter, you will find an automated text upon landing. It will give away your new town of residence and how to get there, most likely by power train. Once you get to your final finish, you are to text the only contact lens on your phone that you have arrived. They will fix up your transportation from there to your new home."

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

"No sir."

Jeff extends his hand toward me.

"Well then Mr. Joseph Oliver Porter, my employment here is done. It's been a exclusive right and I wish you the best of luck 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 gens of Oliver Pullman porter, but it's still weird. All my life I've been Lucas Emmett Kelly Smith. Luke for short. But that person no longer exists.

I am soon greeted by the pilot and the lovely flying tender as I step onboard the aircraft, leap for Italy. I have my briefcase and a belittled luggage with some clothes. I get ensconce quickly onboard. It takes only minutes for the carpenter's plane to taxi and reach the track. As we accelerate down the runway and become airborne, I take a feel out the window and see everything I'm leaving behind. So long USA.

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

I do a lot of research on living in Europe, the beautiful settlement I'm supposed to move to, the staple of speaking Italian, etc. I am not able to sleep one bit. My flying attendant onboard the plane with me is named Emily. She takes capital care of me. Always checking up and seeing how I'm doing. The buck private jet I'm on is very grand ! My seat reclines into a bed and I have my own situation space within my seating area. It's very secret, and me feel significant for some reason. On the outside of my seating country, there's a couple of couches, former place, as well as a mini bar. Emily, my air hostess, has a seat near the straw man of the aircraft, close to the cookhouse where she preps my meals. We have conversations throughout the trajectory whenever she checks up on me.

"Can I get you anything Mr. Porter ?"

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

Eventually I step out of my cubicle, as I like to call it, and lay down my way towards the back of the aircraft and to the miniskirt bar. I grab a beer from the electric refrigerator and sit down on the couch beside it. I push the phone call button remote control and sign for Emily to come to me.

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

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

"Is there a reason you wanted the supererogatory methamphetamine hydrochloride 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 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 drink. 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 first woman I've interacted with since having changed my identity."

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

"Ok Joseph Oliver, just one drink."

I grab my glass and raise mine up with hers.

"Cheers."

We both drink the whisky in one gulp. Emily sits down beside me on the cast as we engage in conversation. I tell Emily as much as I can about who I was without revealing too many detail. I don't give her my previous name or where I'm from for circumspection. As a topic of fact, from what Emily has told me so far about her job, she works for a private ship's company that transports all sorts of people around the globe. Many have had hidden personal identity and aliases as well. Some were politics contracts and others were multitude in witness tribute. Many she has transported piece of work for the CIA and former government agencies. So without a doubt in my judgment, I knew I could trust her with telling my storey, just without any names and locations.

I tell her about how I fell in love life with a charwoman who had a deranged jealous 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 blab out with a sincere enchantment for what I have to say.

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

I think about it and shrug.

"Honestly, I don't know. I have a set of program line 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 charwoman you fell in bloodline with ? Are you ever going to see her again ?"

It's a great question, but I don't even have an answer to that because I don't know when I'm supposed to see her. I kept asking Jeff about reddish blue, but all he would tell me is that she's 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 woodworking plane.

"I'll be back. The maitre d'hotel is calling to break up on me."

I take a good flavor at my friendly hostess. I never really noticed how beautiful she is. She wears on a tight white collared shirt that hugs her metier size white meat and a Black person mini tie around her cervix. On her head, she wears a stewardess hat which reminds me of something Navy sailor would let on. Emily has a tight miniskirt chick on with step-in hose on and gamy blackguard. Her doll does a wondrous job of showing how round and curvy her ass is. Emily looks to be in her early thirties with blond tomentum and tan skin.

Emily speaks to the pilot film for a few hour. She makes her way back over to me and sits down.

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

"It's all honorable. 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 nice to be capable to lecture to someone about all the diddlysquat I've been through the close year."

Emily stares at me with kind eyes and understanding. With her sitting just inch from me, I eye her up and down really admiring her look. Her segmentation exposed to me and her crossed legs showing me how boneheaded her ass is from the sides. For the first time in a long time, I'm feeling something I haven't felt since I've awoken from my coma : Blue clump !

I'm able 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 suffering. I can't imagine what you're feeling right now. I wish I could subscribe to away all the trauma that you're feeling and be able to guarantee that you'll be ok."She tells me this as she reaches over and grabs my paw. I feel like I might just set off in my drawers ! My dick hurts from the insistence of my legs keeping it tucked down !

"Thanks Emily. As much as this sucks, I like to seem at the positivistic 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 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 bridge player, she clears her throat and looks me in the eyes.

"So Oliver, about this new adventure ... ..can I help you celebrate 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 wardrobe and pulls out her overnight luggage. Inside of it, she reaches in and takes out a minor garden pink bag.

I'm still a little confused 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, condoms, anal sparking plug, lube, and perfume.

I'm speechless at first but I'm capable to utter up.

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

Emily shifts herself and sits onto my lap. She gets very close to my fount and voicelessness,

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

With that, our lips touch and lock chamber.

We start slow at first until I feel Emily's tongue invade my back talk. We fondle and embrace each other as our tongues wrestle each other. My paw reach down to her waist and reach below as I get a good flavor of her house ass cheeks. My air hostess begins to grind herself on my crotch as I rub her ass. I feel her legs shift on each side as she kicks off her hound. As I shove my knife down Emily's throat, all I can imagine about are my green goddess coming back to spirit ! The way her whisker coppice on my face and cervix. How she smells of lavender and coconut palm oil. Her breath tasting minty with the leftover of the whisky we both indulged. All the while thinking how horny I was at the same time ! Emily has my cock at the hardest it's been in months ! Oh the joy of being able-bodied to live up to my sexual itch after such a large drought ! She continues to grind herself on me as we kiss.

Eventually, I pull her off me just to take a breath !

She laughs when I do so.

"Too much ?"

I pull myself up and stand facing her.

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

I pull myself closer to her and begin to kiss her neck biting it gently as my mitt begin to unbutton her shirt. Emily closes her eyes moaning softly enjoying the tickling sensations of my buss and nibbling. I unbutton her shirt completely and rive it off exposing her white lacy bra. Reaching behind her back, my hands swiftly find her straps. I hear the conjuring trick click as her bra falls down onto the floor. With her Negroid tie still around her neck, I take a good feel at her naked boob in awe. Emily has medium sized breast that are perky with temper nipples. I stand staring at those beautiful globes in front of me. With a smiling, she takes my script and puts them up to her chest.

"block staring and try them already."

Immediately I'm taken out of my enchantment. I sit back onto the couch 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 entrust tit and go along to gently lick her inured nipple. Emily continues to groan softly as I switch around licking each of her tit and mamilla. I find the bravery, and bite them as I hold her pile on my lap to keep her from squirming.

"Oh YES ! Oh YES King Oliver !"My stewardess encourages me to pick on her mamilla. I proceed to massage her titty for a little while as we continue to kiss and comprehend 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 wench down in the mental process, leaving me the everlasting opinion of her panties and pantyhose. She gives me a face coup d'oeil smile as she bends back down and slowly twist off her slim inkiness scanty, exposing her bare ass and midst slit lip. She tosses them to the face and backs her way into my aspect. I take my work force and peck them hard against the sides of her business 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 cheeks jiggle. She shakes her tush in my face as she bends over bringing it close to my brass giving me an baffle whiff of her puss and ass.

"taste perception me Oliver."

I take my natural language and begin to eat the flock of her clit as my nose is buried into her asshole. I circle my tongue around her outer pussy lips, eventually making its way up to her ass. I open Emily's ass wide as I can, allowing her to yaw her delicious hole. With two fingers, I bury them trench into her ass causing her to gasp.

"YES ! finger's breadth my blotto ass !"

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

"digit THAT arse ! FUCK ! ! That's the spot ! ! !"

Emily takes ascendance once again stepping forward away from me.

She reaches into her pink bag and pulls out her lube and prat plug. She pours a generous amount of lube on her hired man and then her plug. She reaches behind herself and slowly fingers her asshole. Emily lays back onto the couch and passes me her spark plug.

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

I didn't need to hear her say THAT twice ! I grab her jade and align it with her dark puckered hole. Emily spreads her branch apart to take in it sluttish for me. She spreads her asscheeks and gapes her cakehole allowing me to put the plug deep into her without any trouble. With my deal covered in lubricating substance, I lean into Emily and begin to kiss her once again as I play with her clit. She groans as she pulls me closer and snog me enjoying the adept. 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 of meat. She signals for me to stand up. She grabs my belt and unbuckles it. She then yanks down my pants and underclothes together, allowing my prick to finally stand at attention freely ! She takes a few minute to admire the sizing and look of it. Emily then pushes me hard back into the couch and climbs her way on top of me.

"I want you to just relax and look me in the eyes. Can you do that for me ?"I nod with lecherousness as I watch Emily get back off of me and bow her knees down onto the floor in front of me. She takes her tongue and pivot it around my helmet. She licks my tip and slowly licks her way up and down my shaft. I grunt enjoying the very familiar 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 lastly seen each other ! Emily then begins to breastfeed me off slowly at commencement but increases her tempo bobbing her oral sex up and down. She stares at me as she does so obviously enjoying the fact that I'm in the heat of the mo enjoying it all ! She then surprises me next when I feel her index credit crunch into my asshole !

"Oh horseshit ! What the screw ? ?"

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

"Do you like this ?"

I shake my head excitedly with her fingerbreadth 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 lips make way to my testicles. She engulfs my entire poke into her mouth and begins to suck on them while fingering me.

My center were practically rolled to the back of my head ! Who is this charwoman ? ? I could not believe what a freak my flight Attendant is ! Emily then thrash my ball sac all the way up to my pecker. She does this for a few hour until I'm ineffective to handle the situation any farsighted.

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

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

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

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

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

She playfully shoves me as she stands up.

"Can I get you some body of water ?"

I nod as I start to find the thirst bitch in. I watch her walk away to the ship's galley to get us some drinks. She's completely naked only leaving on her black tie around her neck and her pantyhose. I look at the burnished butt cud up inside her ass.

As soon as we're both hydrated, Emily gets onto my lap and adjusts my tool with her pussy. She sits down slowly onto my lap with a big pant as she takes my full dig up inside of her. Before she can start riding me, we hear the sea captain make an announcement on the PA.

"Just a chief up Emily and Oliver, we're about to get in a violent storm with moderate to severe turbulency, so delight sit down and buckle up until we turn off the seatbelt sign giving you the all-clear that it's dependable to be active about the cabin."

We hear a high chime as the senior pilot illuminates the seat belt sign.

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

That's when my brain 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 workplace for us here eh ?"

Emily's eyes widen with excitement.

"I'm totally up for that !"

She begins to grind her hip on me as she slowly starts to bounce on my cock. She slowly rides my calamus bouncing up and down, keeping my dick hardened inside her. A few minutes pass and suddenly the plane shake with peachy force. I grab onto Emily's waist for livelihood, keeping her steady on top of me so she doesn't fall. The plane begins to bump around up and down aggressively. The turbulence was definitely worse than soften. I continue to hold onto Emily as the plane bounces up and down. With the turbulence shaking the woodworking plane, Emily shifts up and down on my dick. We both moan together enjoying the feeling of mother Nature doing the oeuvre for us.

"Fuck YES Oliver ! roll in the hay me !"Emily screams.

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

The turbulency went on for about 10 minutes as Emily rode me. Eventually, the turbulence went from shaking the aeroplane up and down to side to side, allowing Emily to bray herself on my prick.

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

With the help of the Sturm und Drang, I'm capable to use up over. I pull her closer to me as I begin to shake my organic structure up and down increasing my gait. Emily begs for me to fuck her faster as I enjoy the phone of her screams and my dick clapping her cheeks.

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

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

"Oh My ! That was phenomenal Oliver ! And the turbulency ? ? incredible ! !"

We catch our breathing time once more. I was on the threshold of cumming again so my peter stayed voiceless. Emily lays down on the frame catching her breath. I glance down at her bare sweaty body. Her shiny plug caught my tending once again.

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

Emily gives me a dirty smile.

"Go for it !"

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

"filling me up !"

I grab her and be given her back into the quoin of the lounge and spread her legs across-the-board apart. With one knee on the base and the other on the end of the lounge, I grab my putz and easily insert it unanimous into her arse. Emily's eyes widen as she gasps.

"FUCK !"

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

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

As I continued to Irish punt this horny stewardess in the ass, I grab her breasts and burn down hard on her mamilla causing her to scream even more ! My minute sexual climax being moments away, I then pull my cock out and shove the entirety of it into her pussy as I release my bit load trench into Emily.

"fucking ! ! ! Cum in my pussy ! ! YES ! ! !"

My moment load was almost as big as my initiatory ! 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 end of my payload out of her. Emily grabs my helping hand and shoves my fingers in her oral fissure licking up my touchwood.

"Hmmm, so delicious you are."

With that, Emily stands up and kiss me.

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

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

Emily cleans herself up as she prepares the aircraft for arrival. I'm able to lap up and clean our region up while we start our lineage into Italia. Time flies when you're having a swell meter !

As soon as the wheels touch the primer, I receive an automatise textbook content."WELCOME TO GENOA, ITALY ! NEXT STOP FOR YOU MR. PORTER IS VERNAZZA"it reads.

I look up the location on my telephone set using the mathematical function. The fastest way to get there is by gearing. From the looks of it, the train station is a few stoppage from the aerodrome and has regular service to and from the region of Vernazza. The next gear leaves in about 45 minute. Once the airplane is completely turn back and parked at the repair shed, Emily opens up the main cabin door and the flight deck door for the pilots.

She makes an announcement on the PA,

"Welcome to Genova Italy !"

I grab my purse and paseo to to the front of the woodworking plane.

"Good luck Mr. Cole Albert Porter on all your future endeavors."Emily gives me a hug acting polite and professional as both of the airplane pilot are in sight of us. If only they knew about her small"solemnisation"she did for me.

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

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

After clearing customs in the individual airdock, I head inside the terminal. I'm surprised to see a gentleman in a suit holding a augury with the figure"King Oliver Porter."

"Mr. O. Henry ?"He asks me as he sees me staring at the sign for a little bit.

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

I'm thankful for Mr. Roberto, the taxi driver, for the ride to the train station as it was about a 15 min drive away from the airdrome, not a few mental block as I initially thought it to be. We arrive at the station and Mr. Roberto helps me with my purse into the station.

"gear 7 will arrive 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 hospitality. We function path as I wait for my train to get me to my new home.

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

The ride took just under two 60 minutes. I look at the name of the railroad train period I'm instructed to get off at. I grab my traveling bag and head to the lobby sphere of the place. I remember Jeff's operating instructions about texting the only contact on my phone. I text"ARRIVED"to a"Heather P."on my phone. I'm still confused as to who this ling is. Is she a tour guide ? A local villager who happens to bonk Jeff ? Almost immediately, my phone vibrates and receives a reply."I'll be there shortly."

About an hr of waiting, I'm almost prepare to shout this Scots heather soul. It's been a hanker journeying getting here and all I wanted to do in my new 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 ... also known as violet Taylor !

"Violet ? ?"

With crying in her centre, Violet embraces me.

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

As violet holds onto me with darling life, I'm finally capable to let reality subside in and I lean into her and flora a kiss on her soft rim. We kissed passionately for some time holding each former, trying to nominate the here and now finally. Finally, we're capable to let go of each other.

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

She helps with my pocketbook as we walk together out of the gearing station and outside. She has a vehicle ready for us with a device driver. We get in, and the driver takes us out of the city expanse and drives along the coast. violet and I are greeted by outstanding views of the sea-coast with beautiful water, J. J. Hill and alcoholic William Green valleys, and computer architecture of surrounding Village and towns. reddish blue holds my hand in the car as we stay quiet enjoying the views. After about a half minute driveway, the driver pulls off onto a slope road which takes us down to a small village near the beach. He makes another turn and bead us off along a secluded pier.

"Grazie signore !"violet tells the driver as she tips him. We get out of the vehicle and walk along the pier that is lined up with small gravy boat. Violet takes me to a pocket-size gravy holder and loads up my stuff onto it. I noticed in small black lettering the name"Porter"on the side 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 allow me to infix myself to you King Oliver. My name is Heather. Heather Cole Albert Porter ... .your wife."

heather reaches over and kisses me.

All of this smell surreal ! !

"wellspring nice to officially play you Heather."

I give her a candy kiss back.

Heather unties our gravy boat from the dock, and begins to channelize us across the Ligurian Sea Harbor to a secluded village where our home plate is located.

We spend time catching up with our lives. Heather has changed a lot since we've last seen each other, the horrifying night we had at the motel. Her skin is darker with a just tan from the climate of our new home. heather mixture is now a brunet with direct fuzz cut short. She's lost some weight unit as her physical structure is more athletic.

We then talk about about her relationship with Jeff and who he was. She tells me that they both attended grade school day together all their sprightliness. How he was like a brother to her. She tells me that Jeff was in the section of Homeland protection back in the US and how he had powerful connections around the ball. That explained how he was capable to traverse up the execution of her husband, a especial ops dark blue stamp. Jeff had a team of multitude dispose of Joe Clark Taylor and bullshit our deaths to deflect our families being in danger for the murder of Mr. Joseph Deems Taylor. Once Violet ( Heather ) knew that I was going to be ok, when I was in a medically induced coma, Jeff set up her alias and sent her over to Italia month in progress to allow for me to retrieve while she set up our new menage. Heather continued the conversation with telling me how she traveled all around the country and befriended many local in the village. She told me her Italian was getting better each day and she could not wait to learn me !

We then arrive at a small dockage with a mates of other boat. I grab my dish as ling leads the way up the hill. We get to the top and seduce our way to a private path which takes us to a beautiful small sign overlooking the coast and a bang-up view of our village.

"So settle in 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. Heather gives me the grand go of our sign. She takes superbia in showing me her garden in our backyard. She stops and then stares at me. God, how gorgeous my married woman is !

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

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

"ling, you saved me that night. All I could think about was you. How I could not stand to dwell the respite of my life without you. I did what I had to do. There are import to what my actions did. We won't ever be able to return to the US or see our household again, but none of that matters because I have all I need right here in front of me."

heather and I leaned closer. We shared a deep passionate kiss as husband and married woman.

••••••••••••

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

I sink my face into the pillow beside her face as I begin to get a conversant smell of an orgasm approaching. heather mixture bites down on my shoulder begging for more.

My hands rub her eubstance all over. From her chest with her newly pierced nipples, all the way down her waistline. I massage her warm sweaty body as I thrust my cock in and out of her pussy. Once I hit my orgasm, Heather began to scream.

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

It was a beautiful feeling. It hurt so bad as I continued to hammer her physique as our knife engulfed each early. I keep pumping my cock in and out. Hard, but slowly as we both tried to view our breathes. In the Lapp way that people see their life story flash before their eyes right before dying, I saw my life flash with every instant I've shared with Heather back when we were Luke and Violet. Our start Nox together when I helped her deal with a"shitty"dilemma she had going on. Our vacation to Mexico with me and my college champion. Sharing her with her sister Linda. Our separation during the time her ex husband took over her life. Our days locked up in that motel by that psycho. How he tortured me and raped her. And of line the screams. The terrible shriek after the gun went off. I saw ALL of those instant when my sexual climax hit broom hard. We lay down together catching our breaths.

"Oliver ?"

"Yes baby ?"

"I love you."

I lean into my wife kissing her showing my love for her. From that gunpoint on, I knew that no thing what challenges we faced, we'd be alright. We had each early. That's all that mattered. New names, new spirit, new root. heather will always hold a special position in my heart. Heather. Or as how I once knew her ... VIOLET.

THREE twelvemonth LATER ... ... ....

My marrow is pounding. I see him !

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

He screams at me and reaches for his air hole knife on the bed. That Lapp knife that he has used to flog my cheek, arms, and chest of drawers. The insensate water to the grimace gives me plenty epinephrin to grab the gun on the nightstand. He shoves me to the story. I hit my head with a loud thud ! My visual modality starts to blur as we wrestle, both of us trying to overcome each other.

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

"NOOOOOOOOOOOO ! ! ! ! ! !"

I wake up drenched in elbow grease. I try to pick up my breath and regain my calmness.

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

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

heather take hold of me and embraces me while caressing my headway. 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 times. I need you to just rest for me. Go remote and get some fresh air if you need to."

taking her advice, I kiss her. I get out of bed, and base on balls to our small kitchen. I wash my face with cold water and drink a cup for hydration.

I walk out the look door and down our private path. The stars are bright in the sky and the moon is in full effect. It's a gorgeous evening as the moon reflects upon the coastline in our piddling village.

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

I stop and think about how my living has dramatically changed in the last few years. Ever since I came back home from college for the summer. I think about my kin that I left behind back in the US. I miss them so much ! But I know that I can never devolve. I'm a touch. reddish blue is a ghost. We went through something so traumatic and tragical that day. The day that changed our entirely lives forever. We both died that day. We were given new lives. New aliases. A unfermented scratch, on the one condition that we could never go back home. Ever.

It's a quietly and peaceful place here and I've adjusted well to it all. I work at a local food market and I also fish by the coast for a living. Heather sells jewelry and other accessories all around town to the tourists that come from around the world. liveliness is good but I still carry on with my demons I just can't let go. They haunt me and carry me back to that day when the cosmos as I knew it came crashing down ! They come in the course of incubus 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 handle it. The fear. The guilt. The injury. It's a permanent scar for sprightliness that I can only treat but can never heal. Don't get me wrong, she needs me just as much as I need her. What we both went through that day ... I'm surprised she's been so strong for me. I sit down on a declamatory boulder, overlooking the coast. I close my eyes. I take deep breathing time. I listen to the calm sound of the breeze and the waves of the weewee crashing into shore. It's the topper remedy for me to still myself down. The best way that I can report it is a serenity beyond understanding that embraces me ... telling me that everything is going to be alright.

I get up and start to run. I feel the picnic against my face and I run faster ! I run down the track taking me throughout some local anaesthetic Greenwich Village along the coast. Time fly front by because when I stop to capture my breather, I look toward the E and see the sun beginning to rise. I walk back abode with a smile on my face. Everything is going to be ok ! I take the final turning on the trail and up the Alfred Hawthorne where my house is, up a secret pathway. It's metre to wake up Heather for breakfast, and go our day.

I get back home to my wife who's already up and awake, 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 lease a quick cascade and make my way back to the kitchen. Heather stands by the riposte looking incredibly sexy as she brings a roll of fruit to the table.

"Ready to eat ?"She asks me.

I stare at her as she stands before me with just her suggest lace nightgown on. It's thin fabric that's see through and gives me a enceinte view of her black scanty and her tit popping out. Underneath the material, I can make out her two enlarged pap that are pierced.

I step closer to my wife and bring my hand down to her crotch. She closes her middle and softly groan as I lean closer to kiss her neck. Just as I suspect, she's moist down in her under area.

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

We make our way out to the backyard and to our patio furniture. I place Calluna vulgaris on the outdoor patio bed in our garden. It's a beautiful scene for us to progress to dear and get downright kinky. Heather lays back and rips off her nightgown easily, exposing her bare breasts.

"Yank my pantie off baby !"

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 deal them off completely. Taking off my shirt, I then lean into my wife's naked body and wrap my arms around her as we kiss. She locks me in her weapon system kissing me furiously as I try to rip away from her to kiss her let down torso. I hear her breathing heavily as our lips are pressed firmly together. I'm able to free myself from her grip as I make my way down her physical structure. She grabs her breast and massages them gently as I kiss my way down her stomach to her belly button surface area and then to my prize self-control. ling is freshly waxed for me. Her labia is swollen with her twat lips closed off. I inhale and get a whiff of her recent shower smell. I take my tongue out and use it to unfold her pussy sass panoptic open. I'm then able to dig into her tunnel as I shove my tongue deeper inside as I grab Heather's peg from underneath to spread out them wider for me.

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

I take my right hand, using two fingers and slowly rub the top of her clitoris to drizzle them. Once my finger are wet and lubricated, I insert them slowly inside her kitty 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 hand bury my psyche deeper into her genitals. My wife lets out a sigh of blissful substitute.

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

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

I stand up and pull her by her pegleg closer to me onto the edge of our patio bed. With the top of the bed, my waist is perfectly aligned with her pussy as I stand in between Heather's branch. I pull my shorts down all the way with one deal and then tread out of them leaving me naked with my punishing cock ready for some action. 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 cunt juice to make it well-heeled for me to slide right in.

Heather nods at me, closing her eyes, giving me the initiative signal to take what's rightfully mine. Once lubricated, I thrust myself all the way inside her, stretching her vaginal lips broad open.

Heather grunt softly taking every inch of my meaty cock like a champ. I've been fucking her for the hold up few yr already and it's great to see the response on her side each time like it's the first sentence 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 head enjoying each driving force, each clip my cock slam deep into her. I grab her left bosom with my allow for hired man and looseness with her erect mamilla. She winces as I do so gritting her teeth as her pap are incredibly sensitive after getting them pierced. I love that she decided to pierce them. They make her breasts look sexy and are a physical reminder of how practically of a freak my wife can be.

I squeeze her breasts with my odd manus switching back and forth as my good hired hand holds her right leg. I continue my thrusts back and Forth River picking up my pace as I go.

I slam my coxa up against her thigh, each time listening to the mighty slapping speech sound as our eubstance collide. Heather loves this and begs for me to be more rough with her.

"Harder sister ! !"She says.

I slam myself into her second joint, spreading her branch wider for me to thrust my member as deep into her soaking wet love burrow as I can. I get the sense of an orgasm building up in my dismission as I do so. broom practically screams for me to bang her harder. It's so nice to make our own secrecy having our home secluded from any neighbour as we live on a J. J. Hill overlooking the coast. There's been mint of clock time where I've fucked Heather outside all around our property.

After some time, I pull myself out of my married woman.

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

She has a bright smile on her side.

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

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

I lean down and pitter-patter down below her twat as my saliva drips below to her bum hole.

With my glistening cock coated in her pussy juice, I take my shaft of light and public press my tip against her tight anatomical sphincter. We could definitely use lube but I know Heather loves a great challenge as the pain mixed with pleasure turns her on. I feel her whoreson open as I stretch her out shoving my shaft inch by in up inside her backbone.

Heather is laid back with her work force pressed against her breasts squeezing them. I take both my hands to rub the tips of her sensitive mamilla to enhance her pleasure.

"God I love you baby !"Heather screams as she reaches down to spiel with her clit.

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

We grunt together as I hold onto her wooden leg for accompaniment, letting my hips do all the work. It's amazing how tight she is after fucking her all her golf hole for the end few years.

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

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

I fuck her pussy pulling in and out rapidly, and then perpetrate out. I push my tip against her gawp shit and squeeze it up her butt. I thrust in and out just as fast as I play with her clit in the process. Heather covers her grimace with her hands as I fuck her ass and play with her clit. Her bosom jiggle freely as I thrust in and out of her.

"Fuck my pussy now baby ! !"

I pull out of her arsehole and shove my shaft straight into her snatch in one try as my hips keep on jabbing in and out. Heather at this point is massaging her button frantically as I continue fucking her pussy at a blue-belly velocity. Knowing her, she's going to cum for me. She's a squirt gun so I'm ready for the broken faucet soon to arrive as I pull out of her cunt again and aim my stick for her welcoming butthole.

"Just like that baby ! ! Fuck my ASS ! ! I'm so close ! I'm going to name a mint ! !"My married woman informs me.

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

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

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

She lets out five powerful squirts of her orgasm succus, one at a clip. Each time she does so her body chemise upright with my cock still up her anus. I feel her ass sinew tighten, squeezing my dick from the military force of each squirt she lets out, spilling her love all over my broken dresser, private parts, and on her sides, soaking our outdoor patio bed.

Pulling out of her, we laugh together.

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

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

I grab some nursing bottle of piddle 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 putz sister. I'm going to fuck your tight cocksucker again as you ride me."I tell her.

heather obeys my request and pushes me down onto the patio bed. She turns around facing forward as I get a phenomenal vista of her ass close to my fount. She teases me by wiggling it come together to me as I lean in and snog each impudence. She giggles, standing up straight and sitting down slowly on my lap. In doing so, I grab her waist with one paw and use my other to ordinate my turncock with her goggle asshole. Once my tip sloping trough in, broom gasps as she sits down completely, holding my legs on her sides for support as she slowly raises her rosehip up and down. I feel my rooster reach her shit out as I fill her up thick as I can go. My married woman 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 cheeks and enkindle her butt off my slam. I watch as my cock slips out of her agape cakehole as it smacks my crotch. Her jam drip mould with ass juice and my precum as I take my jibe and slide it right back into her tight hole. I take my wife's impudence and use them to force her ass up and down my rod as I'm in restraint. She moans and oink 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 piece up my pace and fuck her harder and deeper.

At this spot, it's really difficult for me to retain back my coming, so for my last conjuring trick up my arm, I lay back. With my peter deep inside my married woman's cocksucker, I spread her legs wide as I use my hip to thrust up and down as inscrutable and unvoiced as I can. With her consistency weight on top of me and my orgasm approaching quickly, I slowly break my jabbing and lay my body down, exhausted.

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

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

Scots heather climbs back into the bed as I sit up allowing her to stoop forward and down to my genital organ to gain admittance to my manhood. She opens her mouth and shoves my diaphysis down her throat with no issue.

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

She then takes my rod out of her back talk and licks my stick up and down, jerking me off slowly. It's too often for me.

I let out a groan as my married woman opens her sassing and shoves my rod back into her warm sassing. My first eruption hits knockout as she slides her helping hand down my peg and to my pouch as she begins to milk me making surely she gets every last free fall of my cum for her. My secondment, then third eruptions spill deep into Scots heather's mouthpiece as she swallows each load. She doesn't postulate my hammer out of her mouth until she's absolutely prescribed that she swallowed every last drop after my fifth or 6th eruption.

With that, we finish and lay down in our terrace bed for a patch just relaxing during our post-orgasm high gear. We embrace each other and kiss for a time just enjoying having each other. We've been living our new life happily now for over three eld. Some Day like today, it still doesn't feel substantial. Everything we've been through together. From where we were when we first met that one fateful day I was getting ready for Spring Break to now, living in Italy with new names and line of work. All we have is each other. And that's all each of us ever need.

Calluna vulgaris takes my hand 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 uphold on with our life story, enjoying every precious moment we have together.





••••••••EPILOGUE•••••••••

And so that's my storey. It's been 12 long time since I took my new identity as Oliver doorman. I was golden enough to spend eight years with Scots heather, my wife. We did everything together when we were given the chance to start all over. We both had a fresh head start. A new beginning. With the generous sum of money of money we were given by Mr. Jeffrey Font, we had enough to work half the class in our village and spend the former half traveling all throughout EC. heather mixture loved Anatole France, Greece, and Croatia. I've lost enumeration of how many times we visited those res publica. I look back at all the topographic point we visited together and I get emotional. I miss her.

One summer morning, about eight age into living together happily married, heather passed out in our garden. She was in her tardy fifties at that point in fourth dimension and had some nestling wellness issues. I rushed her to our topical anesthetic clinic where the doctor could not find a rationality former than dehydration for her to clear out randomly. We let it go and I continued to supervise her for about a week. heather was incredibly glad during her last week spent with me. We had late night sex on the beach and on our gravy boat, drank plenty of wine together, and shared stories of past memories together with lots of laughs. After an level spent walking throughout our settlement, we went base. Before falling asleep, Heather told me she had a headache. I gave her some medicine and piddle before she went to sleep. Before she did, she touched my face and gave me a kiss.

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

With those last dustup I hold near to my heart each day, Heather passed away in her slumber. I spent minute the next dayspring trying to wake her up. I've never wept so hard in my life. She lay lifeless in our bed as I held onto her begging for her to wake up.

Once the disaffirmation phase started to sweep away from me in that instant, I called the clinic to deliver the tragic news. They sent a small-scale medical checkup team to our house to take her consistency for an autopsy. Calluna vulgaris died in her sleep after a bust encephalon aneurism. We never saw it coming. The doctors can't even tell me to this day how or why it happened.

I decided to cremate her trunk and spread her ash in the ocean. I took our boat out to sea to spread them. I looked up to the sky and thanked whoever or whatever was out there in the clouds for allowing her to be apart of my life. For saving both our lives back in the motel all those years ago after her psychotic ex held us hostage. For allowing me to deliver the chance to commence all over again and be there for her, exist biography with her, and founder her everything that she deserved. She was my humanity ! I'll never forget her.

I took her ashes and spread them into the ocean.

"goodbye Violet."

I've spent the hold out few years by myself, continuing to hold up the spirit that Heather and I enjoyed. I have spent time wondering if it was ever going to be safe for me to return to the province. I was felicitous living a prissy tranquilize life history in Italy. But I needed to move on. notice a new adventure. After all, that's what Violet would experience wanted for me to do. She would possess wanted me to do whatever makes me happy. So, I decided to take a risk.

In present day, I hold onto my passport and boarding pass as I take a seat aboard my flight. I have a one-way ticket to California. Whatever the peril, whatever the cost, I just knew I had to make it back home. To my family.

As the plane speeds down the rail and becomes airborne, I close my heart and contract a deep breath.

"Nervous ?"

I turn to my side and see a friendly passenger. An elderly lady with a bright smile on her face.

"Oh uh ... yeah just a footling bit."I tell her with a neural laughter.

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

With a grinning, I tell her no.

"Heading back home to my kinfolk. It's been a long time."

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

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

"You're absolutely welcome dear. It's a longsighted flight of stairs. We got ta shoot care of each other. What's your epithet ?"

I hesitate at first, taken aback by the question. But I take a recondite breathing time, squeeze her paw and look at her with confidence and a sentiency of pride when I tell her.

"My gens is George Lucas Smith, but you can visit me Luke."

END OF SERIES.

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