A couple hours later, Jeff returns. He hands me a great yellow envelope. I open it up to find a new recommendation, social security measure number, ID, and a prepaid phone. I open up my passport and see a fairly recent picture of me. The name reads"Oliver George Lucas Porter."

"Sorry you couldn't choose the new public figure. We did give up you to keep Lucas with it."Jeff tells me.

I look at my sound and open up my contacts to find alone one name.

"heather mixture P."

"So Mr. Oliver, do you give any dubiousness for me ?"Jeff asks.

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

I spend the next four calendar week in the hospital regaining my strength. I had to wait on forcible therapy sessions about three to four sentence each day. My physician and therapist both had to help me try and stand on my two foundation and keep me balanced the first workweek. Then it was a issue of walking and completing sealed physical exercises to demo that I had regained critical motor acquisition to serve normally. After being in a coma for five months, lying in bed the altogether time, my peg were washy to say the least. My whole physical structure felt imperfect and frail. I did the secure I could in the month of convalescence to eat, gain weight, and retrain my body to function somewhat normally.

One morning, I take a good look at myself in the mirror, after attending a strong-arm therapy sitting. I have scars on my face, down my chest, and my arms. 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 times 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 private airfield in Maryland outside of DC. Jeff explains to me along the way that I'm leaving the country and have no probability of coming back whatsoever.

"King Oliver, the day that St. Luke shot and killed Mr. Elizabeth Taylor, it sparked and created event that can never be fixed. The hurt is done. To avoid paying the price for what your activity did, you must entrust and NEVER come back. A lot of people were involved in faking the Death of George Lucas Emmett Kelly Julia Evelina Smith and giving you a new identity all while keeping a low-profile. THIS is the simply way you can keep Luke's kin prophylactic. Do I make myself clear ?"

I take a abstruse breathing space and acknowledge him. It hurts that I never got to say so long to my syndicate. I was going to leave out them for sure. But in all fairness, I should be dead right now. It's a miracle I even recovered from my hurt I sustained while trapped in that motel. I try to see the vivid side in all this. I'm being given the opportunity to set about lifespan all over again. A new figure, refreshful start, and new beginning !

We arrive at the landing field. The SUV takes us to a common soldier hanger where I'm greeted by the sight of a individual jet, two pilot light, and a flight attendee. Jeff gives me a suitcase before we step out of the vehicle.

"You have all your crucial documents in this briefcase. Additionally, you have in here your money box selective information with routing Numbers and access code to an offshore history we have given you to fund your permanent stop in Italy, your new home."

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

"Also Mr. Joseph Oliver O. Henry, you will receive an automated textual matter upon landing. It will reveal your new town of manse and how to get there, most probable by train. Once you get to your final goal, you are to text the simply link on your phone that you have arrived. They will set up your transportation from there to your new home."

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

"No sir."

Jeff extends his manus toward me.

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

We exchange hands and I thank him for everything as we part room. It's been about a calendar month since Jeff introduced me to my new name of Joseph Oliver Porter, but it's still weird. All my life I've been George Lucas Weary Willie Kate Smith. Luke for little. But that somebody no longer exists.

I am soon greeted by the pilots and the lovely flight attendant as I step onboard the aircraft, bound for Italy. I have my briefcase and a pocket-sized luggage with some dress. I get take root quickly onboard. It takes only mo for the plane to cab and reach the runway. As we accelerate down the runway and become airborne, I take a look out the windowpane and see everything I'm leaving behind. So long USA.

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

I do a lot of research on living in Europe, the beautiful village I'm supposed to move to, the fundamental principle of speaking Italian, etc. I am not capable to sleep one bit. My Flight concomitant onboard the plane with me is named Emily. She takes great charge of me. Always checking up and seeing how I'm doing. The buck private jet I'm on is very epicurean ! My buttocks reclines into a bed and I have my own office blank space within my seating area. It's very buck private, and me feel important for some rationality. On the outside of my seating area, there's a couple of lounge, other hindquarters, as well as a mini bar. Emily, my stewardess, has a seat near the social movement of the aircraft, close to the galley where she preps my meals. We have conversations throughout the flight whenever she checks up on me.

"Can I get you anything Mr. O. Henry ?"

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

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

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

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

"Is there a rationality you wanted the extra ice Mr. Porter ?"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 consistent and all this early nonsense, but I try to win over her regardless to sit and drink a toast with me.

"C'mon Emily, just one deglutition. You've been so kind to me on this new journeying of mine. I'm a new man ! If I'm being true, you're technically the beginning 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 King Oliver, just one drink."

I grab my looking glass and raise mine up with hers.

"Cheers."

We both drink the whisky in one swig. Emily sits down beside me on the couch as we engage in conversation. I tell Emily as practically as I can about who I was without revealing too many details. I don't give her my late figure or where I'm from for discernment. 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 sort of people around the orb. Many have had hidden identity operator and alias as well. Some were government contracts and others were people in attestor auspices. Many she has transported work for the CIA and other government agencies. So without a doubt in my creative thinker, I knew I could trust her with telling my report, just without any names and locations.

I tell her about how I fell in beloved with a woman who had a deranged jealous husband. About what he did to me and to her inside of the motel. How I've been since I've woken up from my coma. Emily sits down and just listens to me talk with a sincere fascination for what I have to say.

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

I think about it and shrug.

"Honestly, I don't know. I have a set of operating instructions and information on how to get to where I'm supposed to be. But from there, I just have to see what happens."

"And what about the cleaning woman you fell in argument with ? Are you ever going to see her again ?"

It's a nifty interrogative, 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 enjoin me is that she's active and well. He hinted at me that I'd see her sooner than later.

Suddenly I hear a high-low chime from above. Emily gets up and pass toward the front of the plane.

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

I take a good look at my well-disposed stewardess. I never really notice how beautiful she is. She wears on a tight Edward Douglas White Jr. collared shirt that hugs her metier sized breasts and a Black person mini tie around her neck. On her head, she wears a stewardess hat which reminds me of something United States Navy bluejacket would have on. Emily has a tight mini skirt on with panty hose on and high heels. Her skirt does a marvelous job of showing how circle and curvy her ass is. Emily looks to be in her ahead of time thirties with blond haircloth and tan skin.

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

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

"It's all good. No worries."

"Can I get you anything else right now ?"

I shrug."I'm all set. You've been so kind to me. It feels nice to be able-bodied to blab out to person about all the cocksucker I've been through the last year."

Emily stares at me with sort center 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 hybridise stage showing me how thick her ass is from the sides. For the first time in a retentive clock time, I'm feeling something I haven't felt since I've awoken from my coma : Blue testis !

I'm able to discreetly keep back my erection hidden without drawing any care. However, Emily clearly sees me eyeing her and enjoying the sight.

"Oliver, you've been through so a good deal pain and suffering. I can't envisage what you're feeling right now. I wish I could demand away all the hurt that you're tactual sensation and be able to guarantee that you'll be ok."She tells me this as she reaches over and snaffle my bridge player. I feel like I might just explode in my knickers ! My dick hurts from the air pressure of my legs keeping it tucked down !

"Thanks Emily. As much as this sucks, I like to reckon at the positive side of this and think that this is just a new escapade I'm about to begin. I'm a new man and this is a new starting time. So out with the old and in with the new."

Emily flashes a smile at me.

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

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

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

A bit obnubilate, I ask her what she means.

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

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

"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 feeding bottle of lotion, safe, anal hack, lubricant, and perfume.

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

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

Emily shifts herself and sits onto my lap. She gets very close to my boldness and whispers,

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

With that, our rim touch and lock.

We start slack at first until I feel Emily's natural language invade my sass. We fondle and embrace each other as our tongues wrestle each other. My deal reach down to her waist and orbit below as I get a good feel of her firm ass cheeks. My stewardess begins to grate 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 tongue down Emily's throat, all I can think about are my senses coming back to life ! The way her hair brushes on my fount and neck. How she smells of lavender and coconut oil. Her intimation tasting minty with the remnants of the whisky we both indulged. All the while thinking how horny I was at the Lapplander time ! Emily has my cock at the intemperate it's been in months ! Oh the joy of being capable to satisfy my sexual urge after such a great drought ! She continues to dig 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 resist facing her.

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

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

"hitch staring and try out them already."

Immediately I'm taken out of my trance. I sit back onto the couch behind me. Emily gets back onto my lap as I take her breasts and rub them back and forth against my human face. I grab her left tit and proceed to gently lap up her hardened teat. Emily continues to moan softly as I switch around licking each of her breasts and nipples. I find the bravery, and bite them as I hold her down on my lap to keep her from squirming.

"Oh YES ! Oh YES Oliver !"My air hostess encourages me to nibble on her nipples. I proceed to knead her breasts for a piddling while as we continue to buss and comprehend each other. Emily then decides that it's metre 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 hone view of her panties and pantyhose. She gives me a side coup d'oeil smiling as she bends back down and slowly pulls off her thin black panties, exposing her bare ass and thick pussy sassing. She tosses them to the side and backs her way into my face. I take my helping hand and smack them hard against the sides of her firm curvy ass. She grunts loudly each fourth dimension I do so. I continue to fiddle around with Emily's ass slapping it and watching her brass joggle. She shakes her tush in my face as she bends over bringing it close to my aspect giving me an pose puff of her twat and ass.

"appreciation me Oliver."

I take my clapper and get to eat the folds of her clitoris as my nose is buried into her asshole. I circle my glossa around her outer pussycat sass, eventually making its way up to her ass. I open Emily's ass wide as I can, allowing her to gape her delicious maw. With two fingers, I bury them rich into her ass causing her to gasp.

"YES ! digit my tight ass !"

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

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

Emily takes control once again stepping forward away from me.

She reaches into her pink bag and pulls out her lubricant and seat plug. She pours a generous amount of lubricator on her deal and then her plug. She reaches behind herself and slowly fingers her asshole. Emily lays back onto the couch and passes me her 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 plug and coordinate it with her dark puckered hole. Emily spreads her legs apart to do it easier for me. She spreads her asscheeks and gapes her cakehole allowing me to put the hype deep into her without any trouble. With my handwriting covered in lube, I lean into Emily and begin to osculate her once again as I play with her clit. She groans as she pulls me closer and kiss me enjoying the sense experience. Emily pulls me away.

"You've done sufficiency for me Oliver. Now let me reelect the favor !"

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

"I want you to just relax and attend me in the heart. Can you do that for me ?"I nod with lecherousness as I watch Emily get back off of me and bend her knees down onto the floor in front man of me. She takes her tongue and swivel it around my helmet. She licks my tip and slowly licks her way up and down my shaft. I grunt enjoying the very familiar sensation of being licked like an ice cream cone. violet just loved doing that for me while she sucked me off. Oh how it's felt like class since we've last seen each other ! Emily then begins to sop up me off slowly at first gear but increases her tempo bobbing her head up and down. She stares at me as she does so obviously enjoying the fact that I'm in the passion of the moment enjoying it all ! She then surprises me next when I feel her forefinger squeeze into my shit !

"Oh SHIT ! What the shag ? ?"

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

"Do you like this ?"

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

"I was not expecting that at all !"

Emily smirks again.

"Good."

With that, she begins to feel my ass as her lips make way to my ballock. She engulfs my entire sack into her backtalk and begins to fellate on them while fingering me.

My centre were practically rolled to the back of my capitulum ! Who is this woman ? ? I could not believe what a gross out my Flight meeter is ! Emily then bat my ball sack all the way up to my light beam. She does this for a few min until I'm unable to handle the situation any longer.

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

She pulls her finger out of my ass jerks me off intensely ! As soon as her lips touch the tip of my cock, I erupt and shed my massive loads down her throat ! This being my inaugural orgasm in almost six month, I'm shocked to see the amount of money of jizz shooting out of me into Emily's sass ! And she takes ALL of it, struggling to keep from spitting some out.

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

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

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

She playfully shoves me as she stands up.

"Can I get you some water ?"

I nod as I start to find the crave charge in. I watch her walk away to the galley to get us some drinks. She's completely naked only leaving on her Negro tie around her neck opening and her pantyhose. I look at the glistening butt stopper up inside her ass.

As soon as we're both hydrated, Emily gets onto my lap and adjusts my peter with her pussy. She sits down slowly onto my lap with a big pant as she takes my stallion shaft up inside of her. Before she can get going riding me, we hear the maitre d'hotel make an promulgation on the PA.

"Just a principal up Emily and Joseph Oliver, we're about to enter a storm with chair 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 rubber to move about the cabin."

We hear a luxuriously bell as the senior pilot illuminates the seat belt sign.

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

That's when my brain gets a idle bulb idea.

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

Emily's heart widen with excitement.

"I'm totally up for that !"

She begins to moil her hip joint on me as she slowly starts to bound on my cock. She slowly rides my shaft bouncing up and down, keeping my dick hardened inside her. A few proceedings pass and suddenly the woodworking plane waggle with great military unit. I grab onto Emily's waist for support, keeping her sweetie on top of me so she doesn't fall. The plane begins to bump around up and down aggressively. The Sturm und Drang was definitely worse than hold. I continue to hold onto Emily as the airplane bounces up and down. With the Sturm und Drang shaking the plane, Emily shifts up and down on my cock. We both moan together enjoying the feeling of Mother Nature doing the study for us.

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

Smiling, I sit back and relax as I let the turbulence do it's matter and fuck 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 fag herself on my pecker.

"Oh King Oliver, I'm going to cum babe ! !"

With the helper of the turbulence, I'm able to make over. I pull her finisher to me as I begin to excite my trunk up and down increasing my pace. Emily begs for me to fuck her faster as I enjoy the speech sound of her screams and my dick clapping her cheeks.

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

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

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

We catch our intimation once more. I was on the verge of cumming again so my dick stayed tough. Emily lays down on the lounge catching her breath. I glance down at her naked sweaty consistence. Her shiny plug caught my tending once again.

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

Emily gives me a unsporting smile.

"Go for it !"

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

"Fill me up !"

I grab her and lean her back into the corner of the couch and spread her legs wide apart. With one articulatio genus on the flooring and the other on the end of the couch, I grab my cock and easily enclose it altogether into her asshole. Emily's eyes widen as she gasps.

"FUCK !"

With my sexual climax approach, I quickly pick up my pace and fuck her tight ass thrusting roughly in and out of her.

"C'mon Oliver ! screwing my loaded asshole dude ! I'm not afraid of that big turncock of yours in my butthole ! FUCK ME HARDER ! !"

As I continued to pound this horny stewardess in the ass, I grab her white meat and burn down hard on her nipple causing her to shout out even more ! My moment orgasm being here and now away, I then pull my cock out and shove the integrality of it into her cunt as I release my endorsement load deep into Emily.

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

My second incumbrance was almost as big as my first ! As soon as I'm discharge, I pull out of her and suffer up.

"gustation my seed you stewardess whore !"

I reach into her pussy and dig the remnants of my onus out of her. Emily seize my hand and shoves my finger in her mouth licking up my spunk.

"Hmmm, so delicious you are."

With that, Emily stands up and kisses me.

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

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

Emily cleans herself up as she prepares the aircraft for arrival. I'm able-bodied to wash up and clean our area up while we start our descent into Italian Republic. Time flies when you're having a great time !

As soon as the wheels touch the ground, I receive an automatise text content."WELCOME TO GENOA, ITALY ! NEXT layover FOR YOU MR. Cole Albert Porter IS VERNAZZA"it reads.

I look up the fix on my earphone using the map. The fastest way to get there is by gear. From the facial expression of it, the train place is a few blocks from the airport and has steady serving to and from the region of Vernazza. The next train foliage in about 45 minutes. Once the plane is completely finish and parked at the airdock, Emily opens up the chief cabin door and the flight deck door for the pilots.

She makes an announcement on the PA,

"Welcome to Genova Italy !"

I grab my bags and walk to to the front end of the aeroplane.

"Good luck Mr. porter on all your time to come endeavors."Emily gives me a hug acting polite and professional person as both of the pilots are in sight of us. If only they knew about her slight"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 and pull in my way into the airdock which leads to a small-scale end.

After clearing tradition in the common soldier hangar, I head inside the pole. I'm surprised to see a gentleman in a lawsuit holding a sign with the name"Oliver Porter."

"Mr. porter's beer ?"He asks me as he sees me staring at the sign for a minuscule bit.

I greet him as he tells me that he is my Department of Transportation to the train station. I thank him as he helps me with my grip to the taxi. As we drive along the glide of Italy, I stare at the promising and clear blue sky waters and the dipsomaniac greenery all around me. I really think I'm gon na like it here !

I'm thankful for Mr. Roberto, the taxicab device driver, for the ride to the train station as it was about a 15 minute ride away from the airport, not a few stop as I initially thought it to be. We arrive at the station and Mr. Roberto helps me with my bags into the station.

"geartrain 7 will arrive shortly and will take aim you to Vernazza."

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

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

The ride took just under two hour. I look at the name of the train closure I'm instructed to get off at. I grab my bags and head to the lobby area of the place. I remember Jeff's instructions about texting the lone impinging on my speech sound. I text"ARRIVED"to a"broom P."on my sound. I'm still confused as to who this heather mixture is. Is she a tour templet ? A local anesthetic villager who happens to know Jeff ? Almost immediately, my headphone vibrates and receives a response."I'll be there shortly."

About an hour of waiting, I'm almost ready to call this Calluna vulgaris somebody. It's been a farseeing journey getting here and all I wanted to do in my new dwelling house is to get a Nice meal and some sleep.

"Mr. William Sydney Porter ?"

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

"reddish blue ? ?"

With tears 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 beloved living, I'm finally able to let reality go down in and I lean into her and plant a candy kiss on her soft lips. We kissed passionately for some time holding each early, trying to make the here and now terminal. Finally, we're able to let go of each other.

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

She helps with my grip as we walk together out of the train station and exterior. She has a vehicle ready for us with a driver. We get in, and the number one wood takes us out of the metropolis region and drives along the slide. violet and I are greeted by spectacular scene of the seashore with beautiful water, J. J. Hill and soaker green vale, and architecture of surrounding villages and townspeople. Violet holds my handwriting in the car as we stay quiet enjoying the views. After about a half hour drive, the driver pulls off onto a side of meat route which takes us down to a little small town near the beach. He makes another tour and drops us off along a secluded pier.

"Grazie Signore !"Violet tells the driver as she tips him. We get out of the vehicle and pass along the pier that is lined up with humble boats. Violet takes me to a pocket-sized gravy holder and loads up my poppycock onto it. I noticed in low disgraceful lettering the name"Porter"on the English of the boat.

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

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

"Yes indeed we are darling. Please earmark me to introduce myself to you King Oliver. My public figure is broom. Heather Porter ... .your wife."

Heather reaches over and buss me.

All of this feels surreal ! !

"well nice to officially meet you Heather."

I give her a snog back.

Heather unties our sauceboat from the sorrel, and begins to steer us across the Ligurian Sea seaport to a secluded small town where our abode is located.

We spend time catching up with our lives. broom has changed a lot since we've conclusion seen each early, the horrifying night we had at the motel. Her skin is darker with a better tan from the climate of our new home. Scots heather is now a brunette with straight hair cut curt. She's lost some weight as her body is more athletic.

We then talk over about her human relationship with Jeff and who he was. She tells me that they both attended degree school together all their lives. How he was like a sidekick to her. She tells me that Jeff was in the section of Homeland Security back in the US and how he had right connections around the globe. That explained how he was able to cover up the murder of her hubby, a special ops Navy Seal. Jeff had a team of citizenry dispose of Clark Taylor and cook our last to avoid our crime syndicate being in peril for the execution of Mr. Elizabeth Taylor. Once violet ( Heather ) knew that I was going to be ok, when I was in a medically get coma, Jeff set up her alias and sent her over to Italy month in improvement to tolerate me to recover while she set up our new domicile. Calluna vulgaris 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 wait to teach me !

We then arrive at a small dock with a couple of other boats. I grab my pocketbook as broom leads the way up the hill. We get to the top and make our way to a secret path which takes us to a beautiful small family overlooking the glide and a peachy view of our village.

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

We both laugh as I drop my handbag into our way. heather gives me the chiliad tour of our planetary house. She takes pride in showing me her garden in our backyard. She stops and then stares at me. God, how gorgeous my wife is !

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

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

"Heather, you saved me that night. All I could believe about was you. How I could not stand up to hold out the rest of my life without you. I did what I had to do. There are aftermath to what my action mechanism did. We won't ever be able to return to the US or see our families again, but none of that subject because I have all I need right here in front of me."

Heather and I leaned closer. We shared a abstruse passionate candy kiss as hubby and wife.

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

"Make beloved to me infant. I want you deeper in me !"ling cried.

I sink my case into the pillow beside her side as I begin to get a familiar feeling of an orgasm approaching. Scots heather bites down on my shoulder begging for more.

My hands rub her body all over. From her tit with her newly pierced nipples, all the way down her waist. I massage her warm sweaty body as I thrust my cock in and out of her kitty. 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 hammering her form as our tongues engulfed each other. I keep pumping my prick in and out. Hard, but slowly as we both tried to catch our breathes. In the Saami way that masses see their lives flash before their eyes right before dying, I saw my living flash with every instant I've shared with ling back when we were Luke and Violet. Our first Nox together when I helped her deal with a"shitty"dilemma she had going on. Our vacation to Mexico with me and my college admirer. Sharing her with her babe Linda. Our separation during the sentence her ex husband took over her life. Our daylight locked up in that motel by that psycho. How he tortured me and raped her. And of form the wow. The frightful riot after the gun went off. I saw ALL of those moments when my orgasm hit Heather firmly. We lay down together catching our breaths.

"Joseph Oliver ?"

"Yes baby ?"

"I love you."

I lean into my wife kissing her showing my love for her. From that point on, I knew that no affair what challenges we faced, we'd be alright. We had each other. That's all that mattered. New epithet, new lives, new source. broom will always declare a peculiar place in my marrow. heather mixture. Or as how I once knew her ... VIOLET.

THREE geezerhood LATER ... ... ....

My heart is pounding. I see him !

"WHAT THE fuck ? ? GET BACK IN YOUR stern NOW BITCH ! ! ! ! !"

He screams at me and reaches for his pocket knife on the bed. That same knife that he has used to slash my cheek, arms, and dresser. The common cold water to the face gives me enough adrenaline to grab the gun on the nightstand. He shoves me to the floor. I hit my straits with a loud clump ! My vision starts to obscure as we wrestle, both of us trying to overcome each other.

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

"NOOOOOOOOOOOO ! ! ! ! ! !"

I wake up drenched in elbow grease. I try to catch my breath and retrieve my composure.

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

"I keep seeing him ! It's the Lapp piece of tail nightmare all over again ! I can't sleep ! !"

Heather grabs me and embraces me while caressing my oral sex. She begins to shush me while comforting me telling me it's ok.

"Shhhh ... it's ok. It's just a flashback baby. You need to let it go. It's been three years. It's all in the yesteryear. I need you to just breathe 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 walk to our little kitchen. I wash my face with cold water and toast a cup for hydration.

I walk out the social movement door and down our private path. The asterisk are bright in the sky and the lunar month is in full effect. It's a gorgeous evening as the lunation reflects upon the coastline in our small small town.

I stop once I reach the drop-off, close to the lead that's connected to the repose of the little villages in this Italian region. Our village is very removed with absolutely no access to machine. solitary way in is by boat or helicopter.

I stop and think about how my life-time has dramatically changed in the lowest few years. Ever since I came back place from college for the summertime. I think about my family that I left behind cover in the US. I miss them so much ! But I know that I can never return. I'm a trace. Violet is a ghost. We went through something so traumatic and tragical that day. The day that changed our whole lives forever. We both died that day. We were given new life. New alias. A tonic commencement, on the one condition that we could never go back home. Ever.

It's a quiesce and peaceable place here and I've adjusted well to it all. I work at a local market and I also fish by the seacoast for a living. ling sells jewellery and early supplement all around town to the tourists that come from around the world. Life is in force but I still deal with my daemon I just can't let go. They haunt me and take me back to that day when the world as I knew it came crashing down ! They come in the form of nightmares mostly. I've gotten better as prison term has gone by, but they're still there. If it wasn't for Heather, I don't think I could ever handle it. The veneration. The guilt. The trauma. It's a permanent scratch for life that I can only treat but can never heal. Don't get me legal injury, 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 bombastic boulder, overlooking the coast. I close my center. I take late breathing place. I listen to the cool it sound of the walkover and the waves of the water crashing into shore. It's the best curative for me to cool off myself down. The expert way that I can account it is a peace beyond understanding that embraces me ... telling me that everything is going to be alright.

I get up and start to run. I feel the breeze against my face and I run faster ! I run down the trail taking me throughout some local villages along the coast. Time flies by because when I stop to catch my breath, I look toward the E and see the sun beginning to rise. I walk back home with a smile on my side. Everything is going to be ok ! I take the final number on the track and up the Hill where my mansion is, up a private nerve pathway. It's fourth dimension to wake up Heather for breakfast, and start our day.

I get back home to my married woman 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 kiss. I go to take a quickly exhibitioner and make my way back to the kitchen. broom stands by the counter looking incredibly sexy as she brings a stadium of yield to the table.

"Ready to eat ?"She asks me.

I stare at her as she stands before me with just her confidant lacing nightgown on. It's thin material that's see through and gives me a great view of her inkiness step-in and her white meat popping out. Underneath the stuff, I can ready out her two exaggerated nipples that are pierced.

I step closer to my married woman and bring my script down to her privates. She closes her eyes and softly groan as I lean closer to snog her neck. Just as I suspect, she's moist down in her under region.

"I'm quick 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 terrace bed in our garden. It's a beautiful setting for us to make love and get downright kinky. ling lays back and rips off her nightdress easily, exposing her nude tit.

"Yank my panty off baby !"

I don't need to hear her say it again. I pull down her step-in as she raises her bottom up gently for me to subscribe them off completely. Taking off my shirt, I then lean into my married woman's naked body and wrap my arms around her as we kiss. She locks me in her branch kissing me furiously as I try to pull away from her to snog her lower body. I hear her breathing heavily as our lips are pressed firmly together. I'm able-bodied to turn myself from her grip as I make my way down her body. She grabs her white meat and massages them gently as I kiss my way down her tum to her belly button area and then to my jimmy possession. Calluna vulgaris is freshly waxed for me. Her labia is swollen with her pussy lips closed off. I inhale and get a puff of her late cascade aroma. I take my tongue out and use it to spread her pussy backtalk widely open. I'm then able-bodied to dig into her burrow as I shove my tongue deeper inside as I grab Heather's legs from underneath to circularise them broad for me.

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

I take my right hand, using two finger's breadth 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 orgasm to hit as her leg shake in my face and I feel her helping hand bury my head deeper into her genitalia. My married woman 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 draw out her by her stage closer to me onto the bound of our terrace bed. With the acme of the bed, my waistline is perfectly aligned with her pussy as I stand in between Heather's ramification. I pull my boxers down all the way with one deal and then step out of them leaving me raw with my hard peter ready for some activity. I press my shaft up against her crotch. I grab my shaft and gently massage the tip against her clit as I use her pussy juice to gain it easy for me to slew right in.

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

Heather grunts softly taking every inch of my meaty shaft like a champion. I've been fucking her for the cobbler's last few years already and it's groovy to see the response on her expression 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 bridge player behind her headland enjoying each jab, each time my cock shot deep into her. I grab her leftover breast with my left hand and drama with her set up nipple. She winces as I do so gritting her teeth as her nipples are incredibly sensitive after getting them pierced. I love that she decided to pierce them. They make her knocker look sexier and are a physical reminder of how much of a freak out my married woman can be.

I squeeze her bosom with my left hand switching back and Forth River as my proper hand holds her right leg. I continue my stab back and forth picking up my tread as I go.

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

"Harder child ! !"She says.

I slam myself into her thighs, spreading her legs wider for me to jostle my member as abstruse into her soaking wet love tunnel as I can. I get the sense of an orgasm building up in my sack as I do so. Heather practically screams for me to bonk her harder. It's so squeamish to let our own privacy having our menage secluded from any neighbor as we live on a hill overlooking the slide. There's been plenty of times 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 brightly smile on her face.

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

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

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

With my shiny cock coated in her pussy juice, I take my dick and closet my tip against her tight anatomical sphincter. We could definitely use lubricant but I know heather loves a bang-up challenge as the painful sensation mixed with pleasure turns her on. I feel her asshole unfold as I stretch her out shoving my rotating shaft column inch by inch up inside her moxie.

broom is laid back with her hands pressed against her bosom squeezing them. I take both my hired hand to rub the crown of her sensible nipple to raise her pleasure.

"God I love you baby !"Scots heather shriek as she reaches down to represent with her clit.

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

We grunt together as I hold onto her legs for musical accompaniment, letting my pelvic arch do all the body of work. It's pose how tight she is after fucking her all her kettle of fish for the concluding few days.

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

"YES ! Fuck ! transposition holes baby ! ass BOTH of them ! !"broom cries out.

I fuck her puss pulling in and out rapidly, and then perpetrate out. I push my tip against her gaping asshole and thrust it up her prat. I thrust in and out just as fast as I play with her clit in the process. Heather covers her face with her script as I fuck her ass and gambol with her clit. Her breasts jiggle freely as I thrust in and out of her.

"nooky my pussy now baby ! !"

I pull out of her asshole and shove my shaft straight into her snatch in one try as my rosehip keep thrusting in and out. Heather at this point is massaging her clit frantically as I continue fucking her pussy at a Jonathan Swift velocity. 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 kitty-cat again and aim my reefer for her welcoming butthole.

"Just like that baby ! ! Fuck my ASS ! ! I'm so secretive ! I'm going to urinate a MESS ! !"My wife informs me.

At this point, I slow myself down and take my time, pulling in and out of her arse. Something about the decelerate thrusts in and out of her shit drives us both unhinged 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 retentive canal stretching her out inside.

My wife takes a few bass breaths and then lets out a big howler as she squeezes her tit with one hand and rapidly finger her clit with the other.

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

She lets out five herculean spurt of her orgasm juice, one at a time. Each time she does so her trunk shifts vertical with my tool still up her anus. I feel her ass musculus tighten, squeezing my hammer from the strength of each pip-squeak she lets out, spilling her beloved all over my lower chest, genitals, and on her sides, soaking our out-of-door patio bed.

Pulling out of her, we laugh together.

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

"Thanks love life. It's all you though. You're the lone one who's ever made me culminate like that."heather mixture tells me.

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

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

Heather obeys my request and crusade me down onto the patio bed. She turns around facing forward as I get a phenomenal view of her ass close to my font. She teases me by wiggling it close to me as I lean in and kiss each face. She giggles, standing up straight and sitting down slowly on my lap. In doing so, I grab her waist with one mitt and use my other to align my cock with her gaping asshole. Once my tip coast in, ling pant as she sits down completely, holding my legs on her incline for support as she slowly raises her hips up and down. I feel my prick stretch her asshole out as I fill her up late as I can go. My wife grunt loudly as she bounces up and down on my rod. We both enjoy this as it's not a typical position we're used to fucking in. I take over for her as I grab both her ass face and raise her butt off my shaft. I watch as my turncock slips out of her gaping pickle as it smacks my crotch. Her jam dripping with ass juice and my precum as I take my shaft and swoop it right back into her mingy hole. I take my wife's cheeks and use them to draw in her ass up and down my rod as I'm in control. 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 pick up my stride and fuck her harder and deeper.

At this point, it's really unmanageable for me to keep back back my orgasm, so for my last trick up my sleeve, I lay back. With my putz deep inside my wife's son of a bitch, I spread her legs wide as I use my hips to thrust up and down as mystifying and hard as I can. With her consistency weight unit on top of me and my orgasm approaching quickly, I slowly stop my poke and lay my body down, exhausted.

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

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

Heather climbs back into the bed as I sit up allowing her to turn away forward and down to my crotch to realise approach to my manhood. She opens her oral cavity and shoves my shaft down her throat with no issue.

"Mmmmmm ...."She oink with my dick in her sassing telling me she loves the flavor of her son of a bitch and twat juice.

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

I let out a moan as my wife opens her lips and shoves my rod back into her warm mouth. My initiatory irruption hits hard as she slides her hired man down my stick and to my sacque as she begins to milk me making sure she gets every last drop of my cum for her. My second, then third blast spill deep into Heather's oral cavity as she swallows each load. She doesn't take my turncock out of her backtalk until she's absolutely overconfident that she swallowed every last fall after my twenty percent or 6th eruption.

With that, we finish and lay down in our patio bed for a while just relaxing during our post-orgasm high. We embrace each other and kiss for a time just enjoying having each other. We've been living our new lives happily now for over three years. Some sidereal day like today, it still doesn't spirit real. Everything we've been through together. From where we were when we first met that one foreboding day I was getting ready for Spring pause to now, living in Italy with new gens and occupations. All we have is each other. And that's all each of us ever need.

Heather takes my hand as we make our way back inside our home.

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

We go about our day and keep on on with our lives, enjoying every precious moment we have together.





••••••••EPILOGUE•••••••••

And so that's my story. It's been 12 years since I took my new identity as Oliver Porter. I was fortunate enough to drop eight years with Heather, my wife. We did everything together when we were given the chance to start all over. We both had a fresh start. A new outset. With the generous total of money we were given by Mr. Jeffrey face, we had enough to solve half the year in our Greenwich Village and spend the former half traveling all throughout Common Market. Heather loved France, Ellas, and Croatia. I've lost count of how many times we visited those countries. I look back at all the topographic point we visited together and I get emotional. I miss her.

One summertime aurora, about eight twelvemonth into sustenance together happily married, Heather passed out in our garden. She was in her later fifties at that decimal point in time and had some minor health result. I rushed her to our local clinic where the Dr. could not find a grounds other than desiccation for her to pass out randomly. We let it go and I continued to supervise her for about a week. Scots heather was incredibly happy during her last week spent with me. We had belated dark sex on the beach and on our boat, drank quite a little of vino together, and shared stories of past memories together with lots of laugh. After an evening spent walking throughout our village, we went family. Before falling asleep, Heather told me she had a headache. I gave her some medicine and water before she went to catch some Z's. Before she did, she touched my human face and gave me a candy kiss.

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

With those hold out words I hold near to my heart each day, Heather passed away in her sleep. I spent hours the next first light 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 denial phase started to brush away from me in that moment, I called the clinic to render the tragic news program. They sent a minuscule medical team to our mansion to take her trunk for an autopsy. Calluna vulgaris died in her sopor after a ruptured mind aneurysm. 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 body and spread her ash in the ocean. I took our gravy 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 eld ago after her psychotic ex held us surety. For allowing me to have the opportunity to set out all over again and be there for her, hold out living with her, and turn over her everything that she deserved. She was my world ! I'll never forget her.

I took her ashes and spread them into the ocean.

"Goodbye Violet."

I've spent the last few years by myself, continuing to experience the life that Heather and I enjoyed. I have spent time wondering if it was ever going to be safe for me to return to the commonwealth. I was happy living a nice quiet life in Italy. But I needed to move on. get hold a new adventure. After all, that's what Violet would cause wanted for me to do. She would have wanted me to do whatever makes me happy. So, I decided to choose a endangerment.

In present day, I hold onto my pass and boarding pass as I take a bottom aboard my flight. I have a one-way slate to Golden State. Whatever the endangerment, whatever the monetary value, I just knew I had to make up it back home. To my house.

As the plane speeds down the rails and becomes airborne, I close my eyes and deal a late breath.

"Nervous ?"

I turn to my English and see a friendly passenger. An elderly noblewoman with a bright smile on her human face.

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

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

With a smile, I tell her no.

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

"I'm sure they'll be gleeful 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. We got ta acquire precaution of each other. What's your name ?"

I hesitate at first, taken aback by the dubiousness. But I take a deeply breathing time, squeeze her hand and look at her with assurance and a sense of pride when I tell her.

"My figure is Lucas Smith, but you can anticipate me Luke."

END OF SERIES.

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