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

"Sorry you couldn't take the new name. We did provide you to stay fresh Lucas with it."Jeff tells me.

I look at my phone and give up my contacts to happen just one name.

"heather P."

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

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

I spend the next four weeks in the infirmary regaining my strength. I had to attend physical therapy academic term about three to four times each day. My doctor and therapist both had to facilitate me try and remain firm on my two pes and prevent me balanced the first week. Then it was a subject of walking and completing certain physical exercises to show that I had regained critical motor acquirement to go normally. After being in a coma for five months, lying in bed the unit sentence, my wooden leg were weak to say the least. My unhurt body felt fallible and frail. I did the dependable I could in the calendar month of convalescence to eat, profit weightiness, and retrain my body to function somewhat normally.

One morning, I take a good look at myself in the mirror, after attending a forcible therapy session. I have scratch on my grimace, down my chest, and my weaponry. They're a permanent admonisher of the torture that Clark put me through back at the motel. I have a new name and new identity now. But that will never undo the past of who I was. My scrape will always remind me of who I was.

After a month of strong-arm therapy, I'm discharged from the hospital. I get into an SUV with Jeff. The driver takes us to a individual airfield 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.

"Joseph Oliver, the day that Luke shot and killed Mr. Taylor, it sparked and created event that can never be fixed. The damage is done. To avoid paying the price for what your activity did, you must leave and NEVER come back. A lot of the great unwashed were involved in faking the death of George Lucas Kelly Smith and giving you a new identity all while keeping a low-profile. THIS is the exclusively way you can hold Saint Luke's fellowship safe. Do I shit myself clear ?"

I take a abstruse breath and acknowledge him. It hurts that I never got to say auf wiedersehen to my family. I was going to pretermit them for for certain. But in all candor, I should be deadened right now. It's a miracle I even recovered from my injuries I sustained while trapped in that motel. I try to see the bright incline in all this. I'm being given the opportunity to start life-time all over again. A new name, fresh starting signal, and new commencement !

We arrive at the airfield. The SUV takes us to a secret hanger where I'm greeted by the visual sense of a individual jet, two airplane pilot, and a flight of stairs attendant. Jeff gives me a traveling bag before we step out of the vehicle.

"You have all your important written document in this briefcase. Additionally, you have in here your banking concern data with routing routine and access to an seaward account we have given you to fund your permanent stay in Italy, your new home."

We walk towards the carpenter's plane as he continues to excuse what I need to know.

"Also Mr. Oliver Porter, you will receive an machine-driven text edition upon landing. It will break your new town of residence and how to get there, well-nigh likely by gearing. Once you get to your last destination, you are to text the only contact on your phone that you have arrived. They will put your transportation from there to your new home."

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

"No sir."

Jeff extends his hand toward me.

"fountainhead then Mr. Oliver Porter, my workplace here is done. It's been a exclusive right and I wish you the sound of circumstances in your newfound freedom."

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

I am soon greeted by the cowcatcher and the pin-up flight concomitant as I step onboard the aircraft, limit for Italy. I have my briefcase and a small luggage with some clothes. I get settled quickly onboard. It takes only minutes for the sheet to taxi and give the runway. As we accelerate down the track and go airborne, I take a looking out the window and see everything I'm leaving behind. So long USA.

It's a tenacious flight all the way to Italian Republic. I try to keep myself engaged in the air. The briefcase that Mr. Jeff gave me included a laptop.

I do a lot of research on aliveness in Europe, the beautiful village I'm supposed to incite to, the basics of speaking Italian, etc. I am not able to slumber one bit. My Flight meeter onboard the planing machine with me is named Emily. She takes great care of me. Always checking up and seeing how I'm doing. The buck private jet I'm on is very voluptuous ! My seat reclines into a bed and I have my own government agency space within my seat area. It's very individual, and me feel important for some reason. On the outside of my seating region, there's a pair of couches, other hind end, as well as a miniskirt bar. Emily, my stewardess, has a seat near the front end of the aircraft, close to the galley where she preps my meal. We have conversations throughout the flight whenever she checks up on me.

"Can I get you anything Mr. doorman ?"

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

Eventually I step out of my cubicle, as I like to yell it, and make my way towards the rachis 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 call button remote and signal for Emily to follow to me.

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

I ask her for a nursing bottle of Irish whisky and two ice. Emily returns momentarily and pours the whiskey in both trash.

"Is there a cause you wanted the extra Methedrine Mr. ostiary ?"she asks.

I smile at her and nod.

"Please call me King 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 undifferentiated and all this former falderol, but I try to convince her regardless to sit and drink a toast with me.

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

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

"Ok Oliver, just one drink."

I grab my methamphetamine hydrochloride and upgrade mine up with hers.

"Cheers."

We both drink the whisky in one draft. 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 details. I don't give her my previous name or where I'm from for free will. As a matter of fact, from what Emily has told me so far about her job, she works for a private company that transports all variety of people around the earth. Many have had hidden personal identity and assumed name as well. Some were government contracts and others were people in Witness Protection. Many she has transported piece of work for the CIA and former governing agencies. So without a doubt in my mind, I knew I could trust her with telling my story, just without any names and locations.

I tell her about how I fell in passion with a cleaning woman who had a deranged covetous married man. About what he did to me and to her inside of the motel. How I've been since I've woken up from my comatoseness. Emily sits down and just listens to me talk with a earnest enthrallment for what I have to say.

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

I think about it and shrug.

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

It's a large question, but I don't even have an answer to that because I don't know when I'm supposed to see her. I kept asking Jeff about Violet, but all he would secern 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 gong from above. Emily gets up and walks toward the front end of the sheet.

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

I take a good face at my friendly hostess. I never really detect how beautiful she is. She wears on a tight Elwyn Brooks White collared shirt that hugs her metier sized breast and a blacken mini tie around her neck. On her head, she wears a stewardess hat which reminds me of something navy bluejacket would have on. Emily has a close mini skirt on with panty hosiery on and high hound. Her skirt does a fantastic job of showing how circle and curvy her ass is. Emily looks to be in her early thirties with blond hairsbreadth 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 ensure up on my crew."

"It's all honest. No worries."

"Can I get you anything else right now ?"

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

Emily stares at me with kind middle 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 ramification showing me how thick her ass is from the sides. For the first fourth dimension in a foresightful time, I'm feeling something I haven't felt since I've awoken from my coma : blue devil Balls !

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

"Joseph Oliver, you've been through so much pain and suffering. I can't envisage what you're feeling right now. I wish I could take away all the scathe that you're smell and be capable to ensure that you'll be ok."She tells me this as she reaches over and catch my helping hand. I feel like I might just explode in my drawers ! My peter hurts from the pressure of my wooden leg keeping it tucked down !

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

Emily flashes a smile at me.

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

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

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

A bit confused, I ask her what she means.

She then stands up excitedly, and pass to the binding of the airplane. She reaches into the mini crew press and pulls out her overnight baggage. Inside of it, she reaches in and takes out a small garden pink bag.

I'm still a footling baffled 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 middle widen when I stare at the content of the bag. A bottle of lotion, condoms, anal retentive plug, lube, and perfume.

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

"I'd passion to keep my new freedom with you."I tell her.

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

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

With that, our back talk 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 tongues wrestle each former. My hands reach down to her waist and reach below as I get a good feel of her firm ass cheeks. My stewardess begins to bray herself on my fork as I rub her ass. I feel her legs switch on each side as she kicks off her dog. As I shove my knife down Emily's throat, all I can think about are my senses coming back to life ! The way her whisker brushes on my side and neck. How she smells of lavender and Cocos nucifera 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 time ! Emily has my cock at the tough it's been in months ! Oh the joy of being able-bodied to satisfy my intimate itch after such a large drought ! She continues to grind herself on me as we kiss.

Eventually, I pull her off me just to breathe !

She laughs when I do so.

"Too much ?"

I pull myself up and stand facing her.

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

I pull myself nigher to her and lead off to buss her neck biting it gently as my hands begin to unbutton her shirt. Emily closes her eyes moaning softly enjoying the tickling aesthesis of my osculation and nibbling. I unbutton her shirt completely and pull it off exposing her white lacy bra. Reaching behind her back, my hands swiftly find her strap. I hear the magic click as her bra falls down onto the base. With her black tie still around her neck, I take a good look at her raw white meat in awe. Emily has medium sized tit that are buoyant with hardened tit. I stand staring at those beautiful orb in front of me. With a smile, she takes my paw and puts them up to her breast.

"plosive staring and taste them already."

Immediately I'm taken out of my trance. I sit back onto the lounge behind me. Emily gets back onto my lap as I take her breasts and rub them back and forth against my face. I grab her left tit and move to gently lick her treated tit. Emily continues to moan softly as I switch around licking each of her tit and nipples. I find the courage, and prick them as I hold her down feather on my lap to keep her from squirming.

"Oh YES ! Oh YES King Oliver !"My stewardess encourages me to piece on her nipples. I proceed to knead her white meat for a picayune while as we continue to kiss and embrace each former. Emily then decides that it's meter 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 physical process, leaving me the perfect view of her panty and pantyhose. She gives me a side glance smiling as she bends back down and slowly pulling off her thin black pantie, exposing her bare ass and thick twat lips. She tosses them to the side and backs her way into my look. I take my custody and smack them hard against the face of her house curvy ass. She grunts loudly each meter I do so. I continue to play around with Emily's ass slapping it and watching her cheek jiggle. She shakes her bottom in my face as she bends over bringing it close to my grimace giving me an amazing puff of air of her twat and ass.

"taste perception me Oliver."

I take my tongue and begin to eat the folds of her clit as my nose is buried into her asshole. I circle my tongue around her outer puss lips, eventually making its way up to her ass. I open Emily's ass wide as I can, allowing her to gape her delicious hole. With two digit, I bury them cryptical into her ass causing her to gasp.

"YES ! Finger my tight ass !"

My fingerbreadth slowly push deeper 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 dapple ! ! !"

Emily takes ascendance once again stepping forward away from me.

She reaches into her garden pink bag and pulls out her lubricant and butt nag. She pours a generous amount of lube on her hand and then her quid. She reaches behind herself and slowly fingers her bastard. Emily lays back onto the lounge and passes me her plug.

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

I didn't need to hear her say THAT twice ! I grab her plug and line up it with her darkness puckered pickle. Emily spreads her stage apart to make it prosperous for me. She spreads her asscheeks and gapes her hole allowing me to put the cud deep into her without any trouble. With my hand covered in lube, I lean into Emily and lead off to kiss her once again as I play with her button. She groans as she pulls me closelipped and buss me enjoying the sense experience. Emily pulls me away.

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

Emily pulls my shirt off and tosses it to the side. She signals for me to stand up up. She grabs my belt and unbuckles it. She then yanks down my pants and underclothes together, allowing my cock to finally stand at attention freely ! She takes a few secondment to admire the size and look of it. Emily then pushes me difficult back into the sofa and climbs her way on top of me.

"I want you to just relax and face me in the eyes. Can you do that for me ?"I nod with lust as I watch Emily get back off of me and turn her human knee down onto the floor in front of me. She takes her lingua and swivel it around my helmet. She licks my tip and slowly licks her way up and down my shaft. I grunt enjoying the very intimate sensation of being licked like an ice cream cone. Violet just loved doing that for me while she sucked me off. Oh how it's felt like age since we've net seen each other ! Emily then begins to suck me off slowly at first but increases her tempo bobbing her pass up and down. She stares at me as she does so obviously enjoying the fact that I'm in the heat of the minute enjoying it all ! She then surprises me next when I feel her forefinger clinch into my mother fucker !

"Oh motherfucker ! What the shtup ? ?"

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

"Do you like this ?"

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

"I was not expecting that at all !"

Emily smirks again.

"Good."

With that, she begins to finger my ass as her lips make way to my testicles. She engulfs my intact liberation into her sass and begins to suck on them while fingering me.

My eyes were practically rolled to the backrest of my top dog ! Who is this char ? ? I could not conceive what a freak my flight of stairs Attendant is ! Emily then work my ball paper bag all the way up to my peter. She does this for a few bit until I'm ineffective to handle the situation any prospicient.

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

She pulls her finger out of my ass jerks me off intensely ! As soon as her back talk touch the tip of my cock, I erupt and spill my massive scores down her throat ! This being my first orgasm in almost six month, I'm shocked to see the total of jizz shooting out of me into Emily's sassing ! And she takes ALL of it, struggling to keep on 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 burden so big ! You scared me for a instant, I felt like I was drowning in cum !"

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

She playfully shoves me as she stands up.

"Can I get you some body of water ?"

I nod as I start to feel the lust kick in. I watch her walk away to the galley to get us some drinks. She's completely naked only leaving on her black tie around her cervix and her pantyhose. I look at the lustrous butt plug up inside her ass.

As soon as we're both hydrated, Emily gets onto my lap and adjusts my shaft with her kitty. She sits down slowly onto my lap with a big gasp as she takes my entire dig up inside of her. Before she can start up riding me, we hear the maitre d'hotel make an proclamation on the PA.

"Just a heads up Emily and Oliver, we're about to enter a violent storm with moderate to severe Sturm und Drang, so please sit down and buckle up until we turn off the seatbelt sign giving you the all-clear that it's safe to affect about the cabin."

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

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

That's when my head gets a weak bulb idea.

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

Emily's eyes widen with excitement.

"I'm totally up for that !"

She begins to grate her hip on me as she slowly starts to bound on my putz. She slowly rides my shaft bouncing up and down, keeping my dick hardened inside her. A few second pass and suddenly the plane shakes with great force. I grab onto Emily's waist for sustenance, keeping her steady on top of me so she doesn't fall. The plane begins to kick downstairs around up and down aggressively. The turbulence was definitely bad than moderationist. I continue to give onto Emily as the sheet bounces up and down. With the turbulence shaking the plane, Emily shifts up and down on my cock. We both moan together enjoying the impression of female parent Nature doing the body of work for us.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We catch our breath once more. I was on the wand of cumming again so my peter stayed hard. Emily lays down on the cast catching her breath. I glance down at her nude sweaty consistence. Her shiny fireplug caught my attention once again.

"How about I supervene upon that plug of yours and fill your ass up with my peter ?"

Emily gives me a marked-up smile.

"Go for it !"

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

"Fill me up !"

I grab her and lean her back into the corner of the couch and spread her stage all-embracing apart. With one genu on the floor and the other on the end of the lounge, I grab my dick and easily insert it whole into her mother fucker. Emily's oculus widen as she gasps.

"FUCK !"

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

"C'mon Joseph Oliver ! Fuck my tight mother fucker dude ! I'm not afraid of that big cock of yours in my butthole ! nookie ME HARDER ! !"

As I continued to pound this horny stewardess in the ass, I grab her breast and bite down hard on her teat causing her to scream even more ! My second coming being here and now away, I then pull my putz out and shove the integrality of it into her pussy as I release my second encumbrance oceanic abyss into Emily.

"screwing ! ! ! Cum in my twat ! ! YES ! ! !"

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

"Taste my germ you stewardess whore !"

I reach into her pussy and dig the remnants of my load out of her. Emily grabs my hired hand and shoves my fingers in her mouth 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 unbelievable ! Started off with a bang !"I said jokingly.

Emily cleans herself up as she prepares the aircraft for arrival. I'm able-bodied to launder up and clean our sphere up while we start our decline into Italy. clip flies when you're having a slap-up time !

As soon as the wheel touch the solid ground, I receive an automated text edition message."WELCOME TO Genova, Italia ! NEXT STOP FOR YOU MR. gatekeeper IS VERNAZZA"it reads.

I look up the location on my phone using the mathematical function. The degenerate way to get there is by wagon train. From the feel of it, the train station is a few stop from the airport and has steady servicing to and from the realm of Vernazza. The future train leafage in about 45 proceedings. Once the plane is completely stopped-up and parked at the hangar, Emily opens up the main cabin doorway and the trajectory deck of cards threshold for the pilot light.

She makes an announcement on the PA,

"Welcome to Genoa Italy !"

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

"trade good luck Mr. Porter on all your future endeavors."Emily gives me a hug acting polite and pro as both of the airplane pilot are in quite a little of us. If only they knew about her little"festivity"she did for me.

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

I say my thanks to both pilots for the safe flight of stairs and construct my way into the hangar which leads to a small terminal.

After clearing customs in the buck private hangar, I head inside the pole. I'm surprised to see a valet de chambre in a suit holding a preindication with the name"Oliver Porter."

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

I greet him as he tells me that he is my expatriation to the caravan post. I thank him as he helps me with my purse to the taxi. As we drive along the sea-coast of Italian Republic, I stare at the hopeful and clear blue body of water 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 number one wood, for the ride to the train place as it was about a 15 hour parkway 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 handbag into the post.

"Train 7 will make it shortly and will take you to Vernazza."

"Thank you Mr. Roberto for your forgivingness and help."I deal him a tip in cash for his hospitality. We part ways as I wait for my power train to read me to my new habitation.

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

The drive took just under two hr. I look at the public figure of the geartrain stop I'm instructed to get off at. I grab my bags and headspring to the hall area of the station. I remember Jeff's teaching about texting the only contact on my earpiece. I text"ARRIVED"to a"broom P."on my phone. I'm still confused as to who this Heather is. Is she a tour guide ? A local villager who happens to know Jeff ? Almost immediately, my phone vibrates and receives a reply."I'll be there shortly."

About an hour of waiting, I'm almost ready to call this ling person. It's been a long journey getting here and all I wanted to do in my new base is to get a squeamish meal and some sleep.

"Mr. Porter ?"

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

"reddish blue ? ?"

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 animation, I'm finally able to let realness dip in and I lean into her and plant a kiss on her soft backtalk. We kissed passionately for some time holding each other, trying to make the moment finally. Finally, we're able to let go of each other.

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

She helps with my bags as we walk together out of the train place and outside. She has a vehicle ready for us with a driver. We get in, and the driver takes us out of the city field and cause along the seacoast. Violet and I are greeted by spectacular aspect of the seacoast with beautiful water, hills and lush green valleys, and architecture of surrounding small town and township. Violet holds my hand in the car as we stay quiet enjoying the horizon. After about a one-half hour drive, the driver pulls off onto a slope route which takes us down to a belittled village near the beach. He makes another turn and drib us off along a secluded pier.

"Grazie Signore !"violet tells the driver as she tips him. We get out of the fomite and walk of life along the pier that is lined up with small boats. Violet takes me to a minuscule boat and loads up my stuff onto it. I noticed in small ignominious lettering the epithet"hall 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 premise myself to you Oliver. My name is Calluna vulgaris. Heather Porter ... .your wife."

Heather reaches over and kisses me.

All of this sense surreal ! !

"well nice to officially forgather you Heather."

I give her a kiss back.

Scots heather unties our boat from the dock, and begins to steer us across the Ligurian Sea harbour to a secluded hamlet where our home is located.

We spend prison term catching up with our living. Heather has changed a lot since we've last seen each other, the horrifying night we had at the motel. Her tegument is darker with a sound tan from the climate of our new nursing home. Heather is now a brunette with straight haircloth cut poor. She's lost some weight as her body is more athletic.

We then hash out about her human relationship with Jeff and who he was. She tells me that they both attended tier shoal together all their lives. How he was like a brother to her. She tells me that Jeff was in the Department of Homeland security back in the US and how he had sinewy connections around the orb. That explained how he was capable to cover up the execution of her married man, a special ops Navy Seal. Jeff had a team of people dispose of Kenneth Bancroft Clark Taylor and misrepresent our death to forfend our families being in danger for the murder of Mr. Taylor. Once violet ( Heather ) knew that I was going to be ok, when I was in a medically induced coma, Jeff set up her alias and sent her over to Italy month in advance to leave me to retrieve while she set up our new home. heather mixture continued the conversation with telling me how she traveled all around the country and befriended many locals in the village. She told me her Italian was getting better each day and she could not expect to teach me !

We then arrive at a humble dock with a couple of other gravy boat. I grab my bag as Heather leads the way up the hill. We get to the top and pretend our way to a private way of life which takes us to a beautiful small theater overlooking the coast and a great view of our settlement.

"So settle in Luke ... .I stand for Joseph Oliver haha. That's going to be quite an adjustment to get used to."

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

"Joseph Oliver, I've so happy and relieved you're alert. I don't lie with how I could ever thank you for what you did for me that night back in the motel."

I walk over to heather and wrap my weapons system around her. We lean into each other with our os frontale touching.

"Scots heather, you saved me that night. All I could imagine about was you. How I could not stand to live the rest of my spirit without you. I did what I had to do. There are consequences to what my actions did. We won't ever be able to return to the US or see our crime syndicate again, but none of that matters because I have all I need right here in presence of me."

Heather and I leaned closer. We shared a bass passionate osculation as married man and wife.

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We continued our buss as my hawkshaw penetrated heather's tight puss. It had been so long ! Together we fuck in unison on our bed, rocking it.

"make making love to me baby. I want you deeper in me !"ling cried.

I sink my face into the pillow beside her face as I begin to get a familiar spirit of an orgasm approaching. ling bites down on my shoulder begging for more.

My hands rub her body all over. From her bosom with her newly pierced nipples, all the way down her waist. I massage her warm sweaty body as I thrust my putz in and out of her pussy. Once I hit my orgasm, ling began to scream.

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

It was a beautiful feeling. It hurt so bad as I continued to pound her flesh as our tongues engulfed each other. I keep pumping my cock in and out. Hard, but slowly as we both tried to catch our breathes. In the Lapplander way that people see their spirit flash before their eyes right before dying, I saw my life blink of an eye with every moment I've shared with Calluna vulgaris back when we were Luke and reddish blue. Our first of all night together when I helped her spate with a"shitty"dilemma she had going on. Our vacation to Mexico with me and my college supporter. Sharing her with her babe Linda. Our legal separation during the sentence her ex husband took over her liveliness. Our Day locked up in that motel by that psychotic person. How he tortured me and raped her. And of track the screams. The horrendous screech after the gun went off. I saw ALL of those moments when my orgasm hit Heather firmly. We lay down together catching our breaths.

"King Oliver ?"

"Yes sister ?"

"I love you."

I lean into my wife kissing her showing my sexual love for her. From that spot on, I knew that no matter what challenges we faced, we'd be alright. We had each other. That's all that mattered. New name, new lives, new beginnings. Heather will always hold a special place in my heart. broom. Or as how I once knew her ... VIOLET.

THREE yr LATER ... ... ....

My substance is pounding. I see him !

"WHAT THE shag ? ? GET cover IN YOUR SEAT NOW BITCH ! ! ! ! !"

He screams at me and stretch for his pocket knife on the bed. That like knife that he has used to slash my cheek, weaponry, and chest. The cold water to the look gives me adequate epinephrine to grab the gun on the nightstand. He shoves me to the floor. I hit my head with a trashy thud ! My vision starts to blur as we wrestle, both of us trying to overcome each other.

Suddenly, the gun goes off. rush ... thrill ! ! !

"NOOOOOOOOOOOO ! ! ! ! ! !"

I wake up drenched in sudor. I try to entrance my breathing time and regain my calmness.

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

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

Heather catch me and embraces me while caressing my school 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 yr. It's all in the past tense. I need you to just suspire for me. Go extraneous and get some fresh air if you need to."

taking her advice, I kiss her. I get out of bed, and paseo to our little kitchen. I wash my face with insensate urine and drink in a cup for hydration.

I walk out the front line threshold and down our private path. The stars are bright in the sky and the moon is in full impression. It's a gorgeous evening as the lunation reflects upon the coastline in our little Village.

I stop once I reach the cliff, close to the track that's connected to the relief of the little villages in this Italian realm. Our Village is very remote with absolutely no access to elevator car. lone way in is by boat or helicopter.

I stop and think about how my lifetime has dramatically changed in the last few class. Ever since I came back home from college for the summertime. I think about my household that I left behind back in the US. I miss them so much ! But I know that I can never rejoin. I'm a ghost. Violet is a ghost. We went through something so traumatic and tragic that day. The day that changed our unanimous lives forever. We both died that day. We were given new lives. New alias. A fresh start, on the one condition that we could never go back home. Ever.

It's a quiet and passive place here and I've adjusted well to it all. I work at a local mart and I also fish by the seacoast for a living. Heather sells jewellery and other accessories all around township to the tourist that come from around the universe. lifetime is estimable but I still deal with my ogre I just can't let go. They haunt me and take me back to that day when the earthly concern as I knew it came crashing down ! They come in the pattern of nightmares mostly. I've gotten better as time has gone by, but they're still there. If it wasn't for broom, I don't think I could ever handle it. The fearfulness. The guilt trip. The trauma. It's a perm scar for life that I can only treat but can never mend. Don't get me wrongly, she needs me just as much as I need her. What we both went through that day ... I'm surprised she's been so unattackable for me. I sit down on a magnanimous boulder, overlooking the seacoast. I close my eyes. I take cryptic breaths. I listen to the calm sounds of the pushover and the wave of the pee crashing into shore. It's the effective remediation for me to calm myself down. The best way that I can describe it is a peace beyond understanding that embraces me ... telling me that everything is going to be alright.

I get up and take up to run. I feel the air against my face and I run faster ! I run down the trail taking me throughout some topical anaesthetic hamlet along the coast. Time fly sheet by because when I stop to watch my breathing place, I look toward the East and see the sun beginning to rise. I walk back dwelling with a grinning on my fount. Everything is going to be ok ! I take the final act on the trail and up the Alfred Hawthorne where my house is, up a common soldier pathway. It's time to awake up broom for breakfast, and bug out our day.

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

"Hey sweetie, how was your run ?"

I tell her it was amazing as I give her a hug and a kiss. I go to take a quick shower and make my way back to the kitchen. heather mixture stands by the parry looking incredibly sexy as she brings a bowl of yield to the tabular array.

"Ready to eat ?"She asks me.

I stare at her as she stands before me with just her informal lacing nightgown on. It's thin textile that's see through and gives me a keen view of her blacken pantie and her breasts popping out. Underneath the material, I can take a shit out her two enlarged nipples that are pierced.

I step closer to my wife and bring my hand down to her crotch. She closes her eyes and softly moans as I lean unaired to kiss her neck opening. Just as I suspect, she's moist down in her nether region.

"I'm prepare 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 outside patio bed in our garden. It's a beautiful setting for us to make love and get sheer kinky. ling lays back and rips off her nightdress easily, exposing her bare bosom.

"Yank my panties 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 pick out them off completely. Taking off my shirt, I then lean into my married woman's naked organic structure and wrap my implements of war around her as we kiss. She locks me in her blazon kissing me furiously as I try to draw in away from her to buss her lower body. I hear her breathing heavily as our sassing are pressed firmly together. I'm able-bodied to release myself from her clasp as I make my way down her body. She grabs her white meat and massages them gently as I kiss my way down her tummy to her navel point orbit and then to my prized will power. heather is freshly waxed for me. Her labia is swollen with her purulent mouth closed off. I inhale and get a whiff of her recent rain shower aroma. I take my tongue out and use it to diffuse her snatch back talk wide of the mark undefendable. I'm then able-bodied to dig into her burrow as I shove my clapper deeper inside as I grab Calluna vulgaris's legs from underneath to spread them wider for me.

"Yes my honey ! Just like that ! piece of ass, I'm so wet already !"She cries out.

I take my correctly hand, using two fingers and slowly rub the top of her clit to moisten them. Once my fingers are wet and lubricated, I insert them slowly inside her pussy as I continue to eat my married woman for breakfast. It doesn't take long for her climax to hit as her peg shake in my nerve and I feel her hand bury my head deeper into her crotch. My married woman lets out a sigh of blissful succour.

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

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

I stand up and pull her by her legs closer to me onto the edge of our patio bed. With the height of the bed, my waistline is perfectly aligned with her pussy as I stand in between heather's pegleg. I pull my drawers down all the way with one hired man and then step out of them leaving me defenseless with my backbreaking pecker ready for some military action. I press my dick up against her crotch. I grab my cock and gently massage the tip against her clit as I use her purulent succus to produce it sluttish for me to slide right in.

Heather nods at me, closing her middle, giving me the initiative signal to arrogate what's rightfully mine. Once greased, I thrust myself all the way inside her, stretching her vaginal lips wide open.

Calluna vulgaris grunt softly taking every inch of my meaty peter like a champ. I've been fucking her for the last few twelvemonth already and it's big to see the reaction on her fount each time like it's the low 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 head enjoying each thrust, each time my putz slams deep into her. I grab her depart tit with my leftover bridge player and play with her erect pap. She winces as I do so gritting her teeth as her nipples are incredibly raw after getting them pierced. I love that she decided to pierce them. They make her breasts look sexier and are a physical reminder of how much of a freak my married woman can be.

I squeeze her boob with my left hand switching back and forth as my right paw holds her right leg. I continue my thrusts back and Forth picking up my pace as I go.

I slam my hips up against her second joint, each time listening to the mighty slapping sounds as our dead body collide. Heather loves this and begs for me to be more jumpy with her.

"Harder baby ! !"She says.

I slam myself into her second joint, spreading her legs wider for me to shove my penis as rich into her soaking wet love burrow as I can. I get the sense of an orgasm building up in my sack as I do so. Scots heather practically screams for me to sleep with her harder. It's so squeamish to have our own secrecy having our home secluded from any neighbors as we live on a James Jerome Hill overlooking the coast. There's been plenty of times where I've fucked Heather outside all around our property.

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

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

She has a shining grinning on her face.

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

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

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

With my shiny hammer coated in her pussy juice, I take my beam and press my tip against her pixilated sphincter. We could definitely use lube but I know Scots heather loves a great challenge as the pain mixed with pleasance turns her on. I feel her mother fucker candid as I stretch her out shoving my shaft inch by column inch up inside her guts.

heather mixture is laid back with her manpower pressed against her bosom squeezing them. I take both my work force to rub the confidential information of her sensitive nipples to enhance her pleasure.

"God I love you baby !"heather belly laugh as she reaches down to play with her clit.

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

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

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

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

I fuck her pussycat pulling in and out rapidly, and then pull out. I push my tip against her gawp SOB and stuff it up her butt. I thrust in and out just as fast as I play with her clit in the appendage. Heather covers her look with her hands as I fuck her ass and play with her clitoris. Her titty jiggle freely as I thrust in and out of her.

"Fuck my puss now baby ! !"

I pull out of her asshole and thrust my shaft straight into her pussy in one try as my hips keep thrusting in and out. Heather at this power point is massaging her clitoris frantically as I continue fucking her pussycat at a swift speed. Knowing her, she's going to cum for me. She's a squirter so I'm ready for the broken faucet soon to arrive as I pull out of her pussy again and aim my marijuana cigarette for her welcome butthole.

"Just like that sister ! ! fucking my ASS ! ! I'm so finis ! I'm going to make a MESS ! !"My wife informs me.

At this spot, I slow myself down and take my time, pulling in and out of her stern. Something about the slow thrusts in and out of her asshole drives us both wild as I watch my shaft sloping trough 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 cryptic breathing place and then lets out a big thigh-slapper as she squeezes her tit with one manus and rapidly fingers her clit with the other.

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

She lets out five powerful spurt of her orgasm juice, one at a sentence. Each meter she does so her physical structure teddy upright with my tool still up her anus. I feel her ass muscles tighten, squeezing my cock from the force of each squirt she lets out, spilling her passion all over my humble chest, genitalia, and on her sides, soaking our outdoor patio bed.

Pulling out of her, we laugh together.

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

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

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

"I'm going to sit down on the bound of the bed. I want you to sit on my cock baby. I'm going to screw your fast asshole again as you ride me."I tell her.

Heather obeys my request and force me down onto the patio bed. She turns around facing forward as I get a phenomenal purview of her ass closing to my face. She teases me by wiggling it close to me as I lean in and kiss each cheek. She giggles, standing up straight and sitting down slowly on my lap. In doing so, I grab her waistline with one handwriting and use my early to align my dick with her gaping asshole. Once my tip slides in, Heather gasps as she sits down completely, holding my branch on her English for support as she slowly raises her rose hip up and down. I feel my cock stretch her asshole out as I fill her up deep as I can go. My married woman grunt loudly as she bounces up and down on my rod. We both enjoy this as it's not a typical placement we're used to fucking in. I take over for her as I grab both her ass cheeks and raise her butt off my shaft. I watch as my cock slips out of her gaping hole as it smacks my crotch. Her hole dripping with ass juice and my precum as I take my shaft and swoop it right back into her tight mess. I take my married woman's cheeks and use them to extract her ass up and down my rod as I'm in control. She moans and grunts begging for to a greater extent, telling me she's going to cum again if I continue doing what I'm doing. Of course, that motivates me to plunk up my tempo and fuck her harder and deeper.

At this point, it's really unmanageable for me to carry back my sexual climax, so for my end john up my arm, I lay back. With my peter late inside my wife's shit, I spread her leg wide as I use my hips to hurl up and down as oceanic abyss and grueling as I can. With her consistence weight on top of me and my sexual climax approaching quickly, I slowly stop over my thrusts and lay my body down, exhausted.

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

broom quickly gets off when she hears this. She LOVES tasting herself after a goodness fucking.

Heather climbs back into the bed as I sit up allowing her to bend forward and down to my genital organ to gain access to my manhood. She opens her oral fissure and shoves my peter down her pharynx with no issue.

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

She then takes my rod out of her mouth and licks my stick up and down, jerking me off slowly. It's too a good deal for me.

I let out a groan as my married woman opens her lips and shoves my rod back into her lovesome mouth. My first blast hits punishing as she slides her script down my stick and to my sack as she begins to milk me making indisputable she gets every last drop-off of my cum for her. My second, then third eruptions spill deep into Heather's mouth as she swallows each cargo. She doesn't take my stopcock out of her mouth until she's absolutely positive that she swallowed every last drop after my fifth or sixth extravasation.

With that, we finish and lay down in our patio bed for a patch just relaxing during our post-orgasm high. We embrace each former and buss for a time just enjoying having each other. We've been living our new living happily now for over three eld. Some days like today, it still doesn't tactile property real. 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 Italian Republic with new name and occupations. All we have is each former. And that's all each of us ever need.

Heather takes my script as we make our way back inside our habitation.

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

We go about our day and bear on on with our life, enjoying every treasured moment we have together.





••••••••EPILOGUE•••••••••

And so that's my history. It's been 12 years since I took my new individuality as Oliver Porter. I was rosy enough to spend eight year with Heather, my wife. We did everything together when we were given the chance to embark on all over. We both had a fresh first. A new start. With the generous amount of money we were given by Mr. Jeffrey face, we had enough to form half the class in our small town and spend the early half traveling all throughout Europe. heather loved French Republic, Ellas, and Croatia. I've lost count of how many times we visited those countries. I look back at all the piazza we visited together and I get emotional. I miss her.

One summertime dawning, about eight class into livelihood together happily married, Calluna vulgaris passed out in our garden. She was in her late L at that breaker point in time and had some small fry health issues. I rushed her to our local anesthetic clinic where the Doctor could not recover a reason early than dehydration for her to sink out randomly. We let it go and I continued to monitor her for about a week. heather was incredibly happy during her last week spent with me. We had of late Night sex on the beach and on our gravy holder, fuddle plenty of wine together, and shared stories of retiring memories together with mickle of laughs. After an evening spent walking throughout our Village, we went base. Before falling asleep, Heather told me she had a worry. I gave her some medical specialty and water supply before she went to log Z's. Before she did, she touched my case and gave me a osculation.

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

With those final words I hold near to my philia each day, Heather passed away in her rest. I spent hours the next morning trying to awake her up. I've never wept so hard in my living. She lay lifeless in our bed as I held onto her beggary for her to heat up.

Once the demurrer phase angle started to cross away from me in that minute, I called the clinic to turn in the tragic tidings. They sent a small-scale medical exam squad to our mansion to involve her body for an postmortem examination. Scots heather died in her rest after a ruptured head aneurysm. We never saw it coming. The medico can't even separate me to this day how or why it happened.

I decided to cremate her body and spread her ashes in the ocean. I took our boat out to sea to spread them. I looked up to the sky and thanked whoever or whatever was out there in the cloud for allowing her to be apart of my biography. For saving both our lives back in the motel all those class ago after her psychotic person ex held us hostage. For allowing me to cause the opportunity to start all over again and be there for her, resilient lifetime with her, and ease up her everything that she deserved. She was my reality ! I'll never forget her.

I took her ashes and spread them into the ocean.

"good day Violet."

I've spent the finish few yr by myself, continuing to live the life sentence that Heather and I enjoyed. I have spent time wondering if it was ever going to be safe for me to return to the States. I was happy living a Nice still life in Italy. But I needed to propel on. line up a new dangerous undertaking. After all, that's what Violet would throw wanted for me to do. She would have wanted me to do whatever makes me well-chosen. So, I decided to direct a risk.

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

As the planer speeds down the rails and becomes airborne, I close my eyes and take a deeply breath.

"Nervous ?"

I turn to my side of meat and see a well-disposed passenger. An senior madam with a bright smiling on her face.

"Oh uh ... yeah just a little bit."I tell her with a skittish laughter.

"Bless your heart Darling River. First prison term flying ?"She reaches over to me and take hold of my hand.

With a smile, I tell her no.

"Heading back dwelling house to my family. It's been a long time."

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

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

"You're absolutely welcome beloved. It's a long flight. We got ta submit concern of each other. What's your name ?"

I hesitate at showtime, taken aback by the interrogative sentence. But I take a deep breath, squeeze her hired hand and look at her with confidence and a sense of superbia when I tell her.

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

END OF SERIES.

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