A couple minute later, Jeff returns. He hands me a vauntingly sensationalistic gasbag. I open it up to find a new passport, social security telephone number, ID, and a prepaid phone. I open up my passport and see a fairly late picture of me. The name reads"Joseph Oliver George Lucas Porter."

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

I look at my phone and open up my middleman to find only one gens.

"Scots heather P."

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

I shake my top dog as I try to align myself to my new reality.

I spend the future four weeks in the hospital regaining my strength. I had to attend forcible therapy sessions about three to four time each day. My Doctor of the Church and therapist both had to aid me try and remain firm on my two ft and keep me balanced the first week. Then it was a matter of walking and completing certain forcible practice to show that I had regained critical motor skills to officiate normally. After being in a coma for five month, lying in bed the unharmed clip, my branch were weak to say the to the lowest degree. My all body felt rickety and frail. I did the best I could in the month of recovery to eat, profit weight, and retrain my body to operate somewhat normally.

One daybreak, I take a sound look at myself in the mirror, after attending a physical therapy school term. I have scars on my boldness, down my chest of drawers, and my weaponry. They're a perm monitor of the torture that Clark put me through back at the motel. I have a new name and new identity operator now. But that will never undo the past of who I was. My scratch will always prompt me of who I was.

After a calendar month of physical therapy, I'm discharged from the hospital. I get into an SUV with Jeff. The driver takes us to a private flying field in Maryland outside of DC. Jeff explains to me along the way that I'm leaving the country and have no chance of coming back whatsoever.

"King Oliver, the day that Luke jibe and killed Mr. Taylor, it sparked and created consequences that can never be fixed. The damage is done. To invalidate paying the toll for what your legal action did, you must leave and NEVER come back. A lot of citizenry were involved in faking the death of Lucas Kelly John Smith and giving you a new identity all while keeping a low-profile. THIS is the only way you can retain Saint Luke's phratry safe. Do I take a shit myself clear ?"

I take a deep breath and acknowledge him. It hurts that I never got to say goodbye to my family. I was going to miss them for sure. But in all paleness, I should be dead right now. It's a miracle I even recovered from my injuries I sustained while trapped in that motel. I try to see the brightly incline in all this. I'm being given the opportunity to start life all over again. A new name, overbold scratch, and new beginning !

We arrive at the landing field. The SUV takes us to a secret hanger where I'm greeted by the wad of a secret jet, two airplane pilot, and a flight attendant. Jeff gives me a suitcase before we step out of the vehicle.

"You have all your of import text file in this briefcase. Additionally, you have in here your depository financial institution information with routing numbers and entree to an offshore business relationship we have given you to fund your permanent stay in Italy, your new home."

We walk towards the plane as he continues to explicate what I need to have it away.

"Also Mr. Joseph Oliver Porter, you will find an automated text edition upon landing. It will reveal your new town of residence and how to get there, to the highest degree likely by string. Once you get to your final examination terminus, you are to text the only if contact on your phone that you have arrived. They will order your transportation from there to your new home."

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

"No sir."

Jeff extends his hand toward me.

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

We exchange hired hand and I thank him for everything as we part shipway. It's been about a month since Jeff introduced me to my new name of Oliver Porter, but it's still uncanny. All my biography I've been George Lucas Kelly David Roland Smith. Saint Luke for short-change. But that person no longer exists.

I am soon greeted by the pilot film and the lovely trajectory attendant as I step onboard the aircraft, bound for Italy. I have my briefcase and a small-scale luggage with some clothes. I get settled quickly onboard. It takes only minutes for the airplane to taxi and reach the runway. As we accelerate down the track and become airborne, I take a look out the window and see everything I'm leaving derriere. So long USA.

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

I do a lot of research on living in EEC, the beautiful village I'm supposed to move to, the basics of speaking Italian, etc. I am not able to sleep one bit. My Flight Attendant onboard the plane with me is named Emily. She takes capital tending of me. Always checking up and seeing how I'm doing. The private jet I'm on is very voluptuary ! My seat reclines into a bed and I have my own office infinite within my seating field. It's very private, and me feel important for some reason. On the outside of my seating area, there's a couple of lounge, other seats, as well as a miniskirt bar. Emily, my hostess, has a seat near the figurehead of the aircraft, close to the ship's galley where she preps my meals. We have conversations throughout the trajectory whenever she checks up on me.

"Can I get you anything Mr. Porter ?"

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

Eventually I step out of my cubicle, as I like to foretell it, and make my way towards the binding of the aircraft and to the mini bar. I grab a beer from the fridge and sit down on the put beside it. I push the outcry button remote and sign for Emily to get to me.

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

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

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

I smile at her and nod.

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

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

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

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

"Ok Oliver, just one drink."

I grab my glass and raise mine up with hers.

"Cheers."

We both drink the whiskey in one draft. Emily sits down beside me on the redact as we engage in conversation. I tell Emily as much as I can about who I was without revealing too many inside information. I don't give her my previous name or where I'm from for discretion. 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 sorts of citizenry around the earth. Many have had hidden identities and false name as well. Some were administration declaration and others were people in watcher Protection. Many she has transported work for the CIA and other government agencies. So without a doubt in my judgment, I knew I could intrust her with telling my storey, just without any public figure and locations.

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

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

I think about it and shrug.

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

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

It's a great question, but I don't even have an response to that because I don't know when I'm supposed to see her. I kept asking Jeff about reddish blue, but all he would distinguish 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 chime from above. Emily gets up and walks toward the strawman of the plane.

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

I take a commodity aspect at my friendly stewardess. I never really noticed how beautiful she is. She wears on a tight Stanford White collared shirt that hugs her medium sized breasts and a black mini tie around her neck opening. On her head, she wears a hostess hat which reminds me of something Navy leghorn would have on. Emily has a pissed mini skirt on with panty hose on and high heels. Her dame does a grand job of showing how round and curvy her ass is. Emily looks to be in her early 30 with blond hair and tan skin.

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

"Sorry about that Oliver. Just had to checker 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 dainty to be able to talk to soul about all the squat I've been through the survive year."

Emily stares at me with sort eyes and sympathy. With her sitting just inch from me, I eye her up and down really admiring her feel. Her cleavage exposed to me and her track branch showing me how heavyset her ass is from the English. For the 1st time in a long time, I'm feeling something I haven't felt since I've awoken from my coma : wild blue yonder Balls !

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

"Oliver, you've been through so much annoyance and distress. I can't reckon what you're feeling right now. I wish I could take away all the hurt that you're tone and be able-bodied to guarantee that you'll be ok."She tells me this as she reaches over and grabs my hand. I feel like I might just break loose in my pants ! My dick hurts from the pressure of my legs keeping it tucked down !

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

Emily flashes a smile at me.

"I like that ! That's a keen way to call up 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 fete your newfound freedom ?"

A bit mix up, I ask her what she means.

She then stands up excitedly, and walks to the rachis of the airplane. She reaches into the miniskirt crew cupboard and pulls out her overnight luggage. Inside of it, she reaches in and takes out a minuscule pink bag.

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

"clear 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 bottleful of lotion, prophylactic, anal wad, lube, and perfume.

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

"I'd honey to lionise my new freedom with you."I tell her.

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

"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 tongue invade my mouth. We fondle and embrace each former as our glossa wrestle each former. My hired hand reach down to her shank and ambit below as I get a in force smell of her firm ass cheeks. My stewardess begins to grind herself on my genitals as I rub her ass. I feel her legs transmutation on each side as she kicks off her heels. As I shove my tongue down Emily's throat, all I can think about are my senses coming back to sprightliness ! The way her hairsbreadth copse on my fount and neck. How she smells of lavender and coconut oil. Her breath tasting minty with the leftover of the whisky we both indulged. All the while thinking how horny I was at the Same time ! Emily has my cock at the severely it's been in month ! Oh the joy of being capable to fulfil my sexual impulse after such a declamatory drought ! She continues to craunch 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 closer to her and begin to osculate her neck biting it gently as my hands begin to unbutton her shirt. Emily closes her middle moaning softly enjoying the tickling sense impression of my kisses and nibbling. I unbutton her shirt completely and pluck it off exposing her White person lacy bra. Reaching behind her back, my script swiftly find her shoulder strap. I hear the wizardly click as her bra falls down onto the floor. With her black tie still around her neck, I take a good look at her au naturel breasts in awe. Emily has medium sized knocker that are chirpy with hardened nipples. I stand staring at those beautiful globes in front of me. With a grin, she takes my hands and puts them up to her bureau.

"Stop staring and taste 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 breast and rub them back and forth against my facial expression. I grab her left tit and keep to gently lick her hardened nipple. Emily continues to moan softly as I switch around licking each of her knocker and pap. I find the courage, and bite them as I hold her down on my lap to hold her from squirming.

"Oh YES ! Oh YES King Oliver !"My air hostess encourages me to pick on her nipples. I proceed to rub down her breasts for a little while as we continue to osculate and adopt each early. Emily then decides that it's clip to uphold. She pushes her way off my lap as she stands up. She turns around and bends over, pulling her chick down in the process, leaving me the utter sight of her panties and pantyhose. She gives me a slope glance smile as she bends back down and slowly twist off her slender sinister panties, exposing her bare ass and duncish pussy lips. She tosses them to the side and backs her way into my look. I take my hands and smack them hard against the English of her firm curvy ass. She grunts loudly each metre I do so. I continue to toy around with Emily's ass slapping it and watching her boldness joggle. She shakes her tush in my face as she bends over bringing it close to my face giving me an pose puff of air of her pussy and ass.

"gustatory modality me Oliver."

I take my tongue and lead off to eat the flexure of her clit as my nozzle is buried into her asshole. I circle my tongue around her outer pussy lips, eventually making its way up to her ass. I open Emily's ass all-embracing as I can, allowing her to yawn her toothsome hole. With two fingers, I bury them deep 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 dickhead ! FUCK ! ! That's the spot ! ! !"

Emily takes ascendance once again stepping forward away from me.

She reaches into her garden pink bag and pulls out her lube and fanny stopple. She pours a generous amount of lube on her hand 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 stopper and align it with her darkness puckered hollow. Emily spreads her legs apart to wee-wee it sluttish for me. She spreads her asscheeks and gapes her jam allowing me to put the stopper deep into her without any trouble. With my bridge player covered in lube, I lean into Emily and set about to kiss her once again as I play with her button. She groans as she pulls me closer and osculate me enjoying the sense. Emily pulls me away.

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

Emily pulls my shirt off and tosses it to the side. She signals for me to stand up. She grabs my bash and unbuckles it. She then yanks down my pants and underwear together, allowing my cock to finally stand at attending freely ! She takes a few seconds to admire the size and expression of it. Emily then pushes me arduous back into the couch and climbs her way on top of me.

"I want you to just relax and seem me in the centre. Can you do that for me ?"I nod with lust as I watch Emily get back off of me and bend her knees down onto the floor in front of me. She takes her tongue and swivels 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. reddish blue just loved doing that for me while she sucked me off. Oh how it's felt like years since we've last seen each other ! Emily then begins to suck me off slowly at first but increases her pace bobbing her pass up and down. She stares at me as she does so obviously enjoying the fact that I'm in the heating system of the consequence enjoying it all ! She then surprises me next when I feel her index squeeze into my arsehole !

"Oh diddly-shit ! What the nooky ? ?"

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

"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 testis. She engulfs my entire hammock into her mouth and begins to suck on them while fingering me.

My eyes were practically rolled to the spinal column of my head ! Who is this woman ? ? I could not conceive what a freak out my Flight tender is ! Emily then puzzle out my testis sackful all the way up to my tool. She does this for a few minutes until I'm unable to manage the site any longer.

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

She pulls her finger out of my ass jerky me off intensely ! As soon as her lips touch the tip of my pecker, I erupt and spill my massive loads down her throat ! This being my first coming in almost six calendar month, I'm shocked to see the amount of jizz shooting out of me into Emily's sass ! And she takes ALL of it, struggling to hold on from spitting some out.

Once I'm capable to tranquillise 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 moment, I felt like I was drowning in cum !"

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

She playfully shoves me as she stands up.

"Can I get you some water ?"

I nod as I start to feel the crave kick in. I watch her walk away to the galley to get us some swallow. She's completely naked only leaving on her black tie around her neck and her pantyhose. I look at the shiny cigarette plug up inside her ass.

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

"Just a drumhead up Emily and Oliver, we're about to enter a tempest with restrained to severe turbulence, so delight sit down and crumple up until we turn off the seatbelt sign giving you the all-clear that it's safe to move about the cabin."

We hear a high gong as the Captain illuminates the seatbelt sign.

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

That's when my Einstein gets a light bulb idea.

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

Emily's heart widen with excitement.

"I'm totally up for that !"

She begins to bray her hip on me as she slowly scratch line to bounce on my pecker. She slowly rides my prick bouncing up and down, keeping my tool hardened inside her. A few minutes pass and suddenly the plane shakes with peachy effect. I grab onto Emily's waist for support, keeping her steady on top of me so she doesn't Fall. The plane begins to dislodge around up and down aggressively. The turbulence was definitely worse than curb. I continue to hold onto Emily as the plane bounces up and down. With the turbulence shaking the carpenter's plane, Emily shifts up and down on my cock. We both moan together enjoying the feel of Mother Nature doing the work for us.

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

Smiling, I sit back and relax as I let the turbulence do it's matter and lie with Emily.

The upheaval went on for about 10 proceedings as Emily rode me. Eventually, the turbulence went from shaking the carpenter's plane up and down to side to side, allowing Emily to grind herself on my dick.

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

With the help of the Sturm und Drang, I'm able-bodied to take over. I pull her closer to me as I begin to shake my body up and down increasing my yard. Emily begs for me to fuck her faster as I enjoy the sounds of her screeching and my pecker clapping her cheeks.

"screw ! ! !"She screams with her hands 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 turbulency ? ? Incredible ! !"

We catch our breath once more. I was on the verge of cumming again so my dick stayed toilsome. Emily lays down on the cast catching her breath. I glance down at her bare sweaty soundbox. Her sheeny plug caught my attention once again.

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

Emily gives me a lousy 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 run her back into the corner of the couch and spread her branch blanket apart. With one knee on the story and the other on the end of the couch, I grab my tool and easily insert it whole into her shit. Emily's eye widen as she gasps.

"FUCK !"

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

"C'mon Oliver ! Fuck my nasty SOB dude ! I'm not afraid of that big cock of yours in my butthole ! shag ME HARDER ! !"

As I continued to Sudanese pound this horny stewardess in the ass, I grab her breasts and seize with teeth down hard on her nipple causing her to scream even more ! My minute orgasm being moments away, I then pull my pecker out and thrust the entirety of it into her snatch as I release my second load deep into Emily.

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

My arcsecond load was almost as big as my first ! As soon as I'm evacuate, I pull out of her and resist up.

"perceptiveness my seed you stewardess whore !"

I reach into her pussy and dig the remnants of my freight out of her. Emily snatch my hand and shoves my fingers in her mouthpiece 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 arriver. I'm able to moisten up and clean our area up while we start our filiation into Italia. sentence flies when you're having a smashing time !

As soon as the bike touch the undercoat, I receive an automated text subject matter."WELCOME TO GENOA, Italy ! NEXT plosive FOR YOU MR. porter's beer IS VERNAZZA"it reads.

I look up the location on my phone using the maps. The dissolute way to get there is by caravan. From the looks of it, the power train station is a few blocks from the airport and has regular Robert William Service to and from the realm of Vernazza. The next train leaves in about 45 minutes. Once the plane is completely stopped and parked at the hangar, Emily opens up the main cabin door and the flight deck door for the pilots.

She makes an announcement on the PA,

"Welcome to Genoa Italian Republic !"

I grab my dish and walk to to the front man of the plane.

"good luck Mr. Katherine Anne Porter on all your future endeavors."Emily gives me a hug acting polite and professional as both of the pilots are in sight of us. If only they knew about her little"solemnization"she did for me.

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

I say my thanks to both pilot for the dependable flight and cause my way into the airdock which leads to a small terminal.

After clearing customs in the private hangar, I head inside the terminal. I'm surprised to see a gentleman in a wooing holding a house with the name"King Oliver Porter."

"Mr. gatekeeper ?"He asks me as he sees me staring at the sign for a small bit.

I greet him as he tells me that he is my Transportation to the train station. I thank him as he helps me with my purse to the taxi. As we drive along the seashore of Italy, I stare at the bright and top blue piss and the lush verdure 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 drive to the train station as it was about a 15 mo driveway away from the airport, not a few blocking as I initially thought it to be. We arrive at the station and Mr. Roberto helps me with my bags into the station.

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

"Thank you Mr. Roberto for your kindness and help."I hand him a tip in hard cash for his hospitality. We portion way of life as I wait for my train to take me to my new home.

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

The ride took just under two hours. I look at the name of the train occlusive I'm instructed to get off at. I grab my bags and chief to the pressure group area of the post. I remember Jeff's instructions about texting the just contact on my phone. I text"ARRIVED"to a"Heather P."on my phone. I'm still confused as to who this Heather is. Is she a tour guide ? A local villager who happens to bonk Jeff ? Almost immediately, my telephone set vibrates and receives a reply."I'll be there shortly."

About an hour of waiting, I'm almost prepare to squall this Scots heather soul. It's been a long journey getting here and all I wanted to do in my new home is to get a nice meal and some sleep.

"Mr. Porter ?"

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

"Violet ? ?"

With tears in her eye, Violet embraces me.

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

As violet holds onto me with pricy lifetime, I'm finally able to let reality sink in and I lean into her and plant a kiss on her soft sassing. We kissed passionately for some time holding each early, trying to make the second last. 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 post and outside. She has a vehicle ready for us with a driver. We get in, and the driver takes us out of the metropolis area and drives along the slide. Violet and I are greeted by spectacular purview of the coast with beautiful water, hills and lush immature vale, and architecture of surrounding Village and towns. Violet holds my bridge player in the car as we stay quiet enjoying the views. After about a half hour movement, the driver pulls off onto a side road which takes us down to a pocket-sized village near the beach. He makes another turn and drops us off along a secluded pier.

"Grazie Signora !"Violet tells the number one wood as she tips him. We get out of the vehicle and walk along the pier that is lined up with small-scale gravy boat. reddish blue takes me to a small boat and loads up my stuff onto it. I noticed in pocket-sized opprobrious lettering the gens"gatekeeper"on the incline of the boat.

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

reddish blue looks at me with a big smile on her face.

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

Calluna vulgaris reaches over and kisses me.

All of this feel surreal ! !

"Well nice to officially meet you Heather."

I give her a kiss back.

Heather unties our boat from the loading dock, and begins to manoeuvre us across the Ligurian Sea Harbor to a secluded village where our house is located.

We spend clip catching up with our liveliness. heather mixture has changed a lot since we've last seen each former, the horrifying night we had at the motel. Her skin is darker with a punter tan from the climate of our new house. Heather is now a brunette with uncoiled hair cut short. She's lost some weight as her eubstance is more acrobatic.

We then discuss about her relationship with Jeff and who he was. She tells me that they both attended grade school together all their lives. How he was like a brother to her. She tells me that Jeff was in the department of Homeland protection back in the US and how he had powerful connections around the globe. That explained how he was able to breed up the murder of her husband, a special ops navy Seal. Jeff had a squad of people dispose of Clark Taylor and cook our deaths to avoid our class being in danger for the murder of Mr. Deems Taylor. Once violet ( heather ) knew that I was going to be ok, when I was in a medically induced comatoseness, Jeff set up her alias and sent her over to Italy month in advance to allow me to recover while she set up our new home. heather mixture continued the conversation with telling me how she traveled all around the state and befriended many locals in the Greenwich Village. She told me her Italian was getting better each day and she could not hold off to teach me !

We then arrive at a small dock with a duet of early gravy boat. I grab my bags as Calluna vulgaris leads the way up the hill. We get to the top and form our way to a private path which takes us to a beautiful diminished menage overlooking the seacoast and a neat sentiment of our village.

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

We both laugh as I drop my bags into our elbow room. Heather gives me the thou tour of our sign of the zodiac. 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 alive. I don't get laid how I could ever give thanks you for what you did for me that night back in the motel."

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

"Heather, you saved me that nighttime. All I could opine about was you. How I could not stick out to hold out the rest of my aliveness without you. I did what I had to do. There are aftermath to what my actions did. We won't ever be able to pass to the US or see our families again, but none of that matters because I have all I need right here in forepart of me."

heather mixture and I leaned closer. We shared a deep passionate candy kiss as married man and married woman.

••••••••••••

We continued our candy kiss as my dick penetrated Scots heather's blind drunk pussy. It had been so long ! Together we fuck in unison on our bed, rocking it.

"Make erotic love to me babe. I want you deeper in me !"heather cried.

I sink my face into the pillow beside her nerve as I begin to get a familiar feeling of an orgasm approach. 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 consistency as I thrust my putz in and out of her pussy. Once I hit my orgasm, broom began to scream.

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

It was a beautiful feeling. It hurt so bad as I continued to pound her flesh as our tongues engulfed each early. I keep pumping my cock in and out. Hard, but slowly as we both tried to capture our breathes. In the same way that people see their lives flash before their eyes right before dying, I saw my life flash with every moment I've shared with Heather back when we were Luke and Violet. Our first dark together when I helped her deal 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 breakup during the time her ex husband took over her life. Our daytime locked up in that motel by that psycho. How he tortured me and raped her. And of grade the wow. The terrible screams after the gun went off. I saw ALL of those instant when my orgasm hit Heather arduous. We lay down together catching our breaths.

"Oliver ?"

"Yes baby ?"

"I love you."

I lean into my married woman kissing her showing my love for her. From that tip on, I knew that no matter what challenges we faced, we'd be OK. We had each other. That's all that mattered. New names, new living, new beginnings. Heather will always hold a exceptional lieu in my heart. Heather. Or as how I once knew her ... VIOLET.

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

My heart is pounding. I see him !

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

He screams at me and orbit for his pocket knife on the bed. That same knife that he has used to slash my cheek, munition, and thorax. The cold water to the face gives me plenty epinephrine to snaffle the gun on the nightstand. He shoves me to the floor. I hit my head with a loud thud ! My vision starts to confuse as we wrestle, both of us trying to get the best each other.

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

"NOOOOOOOOOOOO ! ! ! ! ! !"

I wake up drenched in travail. I try to catch my breather and retrieve my composure.

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

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

Heather grab me and embraces me while caressing my point. 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 past. I need you to just catch one's breath for me. Go outside and get some fresh air if you need to."

Taking her advice, I kiss her. I get out of bed, and pass to our small kitchen. I wash my boldness with cold weewee and pledge a cup for hydration.

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

I stop once I reach the drop, close to the trail that's connected to the respite of the little villages in this Italian part. Our small town is very remote with absolutely no access to cars. Only way in is by boat or helicopter.

I stop and think about how my animation has dramatically changed in the shoemaker's last few age. Ever since I came back home from college for the summer. I think about my family that I left behind back in the US. I miss them so much ! But I know that I can never regress. I'm a ghost. Violet is a wraith. 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-time. New false name. A fresh start, on the one circumstance that we could never go back home base. Ever.

It's a quiesce and peaceful station here and I've adjusted well to it all. I work at a local anesthetic market and I also fish by the sea-coast for a support. Heather sells jewellery and former accessory all around town to the tourists that come from around the world. sprightliness is adept but I still deal with my demons I just can't let go. They haunt me and get hold of me back to that day when the world as I knew it came crashing down ! They come in the form of nightmare mostly. I've gotten better as meter has gone by, but they're still there. If it wasn't for broom, I don't think I could ever wield it. The fear. The guilt. The trauma. It's a permanent cicatrix for life that I can only treat but can never heal. Don't get me haywire, she needs me just as much as I need her. What we both went through that day ... I'm surprised she's been so inviolable for me. I sit down on a great boulder, overlooking the coast. I close my oculus. I take mysterious breaths. I listen to the simmer down sounds of the breeze and the waves of the body of water crashing into shore. It's the right remedy for me to steady myself down. The best way that I can depict it is a peace beyond understanding that embraces me ... telling me that everything is going to be alright.

I get up and begin to run. I feel the cinch against my face and I run faster ! I run down the trail taking me throughout some local small town along the seacoast. clock time flies by because when I stop to catch my breathing place, I look toward the East and see the sun beginning to rise. I walk back household with a smile on my face. Everything is going to be ok ! I take the final turn on the trail and up the mound where my house is, up a private nerve tract. It's meter to wake up Heather for breakfast, and start our day.

I get back dwelling house 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 osculation. I go to occupy a prompt cascade and make my way back to the kitchen. Heather stands by the buffet looking incredibly sexy as she brings a bowl of yield to the board.

"Ready to eat ?"She asks me.

I stare at her as she stands before me with just her versed lace nightgown on. It's fragile material that's see through and gives me a great view of her black panties and her breast popping out. Underneath the material, I can make out her two enlarged mammilla that are pierced.

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

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

We make our way out to the backyard and to our patio piece of furniture. I place Heather on the outdoor terrace bed in our garden. It's a beautiful mise en scene for us to make beloved and get downright kinky. heather mixture lays back and rips off her nightdress easily, exposing her naked knocker.

"Northerner my scanty off baby !"

I don't need to hear her say it again. I pull down her panty as she raises her tooshie up gently for me to take them off completely. Taking off my shirt, I then lean into my wife's naked body and wrap my arms around her as we kiss. She locks me in her arms 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 to relinquish myself from her grip as I make my way down her body. She grabs her breast and massages them gently as I kiss my way down her stomach to her navel area and then to my value willpower. Calluna vulgaris is freshly waxed for me. Her labia is swollen with her pussy sass closed off. I inhale and get a whiff of her recent exhibitor scent. I take my spit out and use it to diffuse her purulent lips wide outdoors. I'm then capable to dig into her burrow as I shove my tongue deeper inside as I grab ling's legs from underneath to spread them wider for me.

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

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

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

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

I stand up and overstretch her by her legs closer to me onto the edge of our terrace bed. With the height of the bed, my waist is perfectly aligned with her kitty-cat as I stand in between Heather's legs. I pull my shorts down all the way with one hand and then step out of them leaving me naked with my unvoiced peter ready for some action. I press my shaft up against her crotch. I grab my shaft and gently knead the tip against her clit as I use her cunt juice to gain it easy for me to slip right in.

ling nods at me, closing her eyes, giving me the go-ahead signaling to exact what's rightfully mine. Once lubricated, I thrust myself all the way inside her, stretching her vaginal lips astray out-of-doors.

Heather grunts softly taking every inch of my meaty prick like a champion. I've been fucking her for the last few geezerhood already and it's large to see the reaction on her face each time like it's the first metre we've had sex. I fuck her standing up using my hips to pierce in and out of her as she lays back with her hands behind her head enjoying each thrust, each clip my cock slams deep into her. I grab her will boob with my leftover helping hand and play with her vertical 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 monstrosity my wife can be.

I squeeze her chest with my entrust manus switching back and Forth River as my aright hand holds her right leg. I continue my thrusts back and Forth River picking up my yard as I go.

I slam my hips up against her thighs, each time listening to the mighty slapping speech sound as our organic structure collide. Heather loves this and begs for me to be more rasping with her.

"Harder infant ! !"She says.

I slam myself into her thighs, spreading her legs wider for me to thrust my phallus as deep into her soaking wet making love tunnel as I can. I get the sense of an orgasm building up in my chemise as I do so. Heather practically screams for me to fuck her harder. It's so courteous to have our own privacy having our home secluded from any neighbors as we live on a mound overlooking the slide. There's been plenty of times where I've fucked heather outside all around our property.

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

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

She has a bright smile on her face.

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

I'm wind up hearing her talking like that to me. Heather knows how much I love giving anal. Especially to her.

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

With my shiny cock coated in her pussy succus, I take my shaft and military press my tip against her tight sphincter. We could definitely use lubricator but I know Heather loves a neat challenge as the pain commix with pleasure turns her on. I feel her asshole open as I stretch her out shoving my beam inch by inch up inside her guts.

Calluna vulgaris is laid back with her custody pressed against her tit squeezing them. I take both my hands to rub the tips of her sore teat to raise her joy.

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

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

We grunt together as I hold onto her legs for support, letting my hips do all the work. It's amazing how miserly she is after fucking her all her holes for the final few twelvemonth.

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

"YES ! piece of ass ! Switch holes infant ! Fuck BOTH of them ! !"heather cries out.

I fuck her snatch pulling in and out rapidly, and then rive out. I push my tip against her gaping asshole and shove it up her butt. I thrust in and out just as fast as I play with her clit in the mental process. Heather covers her face with her men as I fuck her ass and play with her clit. Her tit jiggle freely as I thrust in and out of her.

"Fuck my kitty-cat now baby ! !"

I pull out of her dickhead and shove my dick straight into her pussy in one try as my pelvic arch proceed thrusting in and out. Heather at this point is massaging her clitoris frantically as I continue fucking her snatch at a Dean Swift velocity. Knowing her, she's going to cum for me. She's a squirter so I'm ready for the go against faucet soon to arrive as I pull out of her pussy again and aim my pin for her welcoming butthole.

"Just like that child ! ! Fuck my ASS ! ! I'm so close ! I'm going to make a muss ! !"My wife informs me.

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

My wife takes a few mystifying breathing spell and then lets out a big screaming as she squeezes her tit with one hand and rapidly digit her clit with the other.

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

She lets out five right squirts of her sexual climax juice, one at a sentence. Each clip she does so her eubstance displacement upright with my putz still up her anus. I feel her ass muscles tighten, squeezing my cock from the military unit of each small fry she lets out, spilling her erotic love all over my lower chest of drawers, genitals, and on her incline, 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. It's all you though. You're the just one who's ever made me climax like that."heather mixture Tell me.

I grab some bottles of water for the both of us inside quickly for rehydration. I still haven't cum yet so we need to interchange affair 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 asshole again as you ride me."I tell her.

Heather obeys my request and pushes me down onto the patio bed. She turns around facing forward as I get a phenomenal view of her ass close to my expression. She teases me by wiggling it conclusion to me as I lean in and osculate each boldness. She giggles, standing up straight and sitting down slowly on my lap. In doing so, I grab her waist with one hand and use my other to aline my cock with her gap asshole. Once my tip slides in, Heather pant as she sits down completely, holding my legs on her sides for support as she slowly raises her rose hip up and down. I feel my cock reaching her whoreson out as I fill her up deep as I can go. My wife grunts loudly as she bounces up and down on my rod. We both enjoy this as it's not a distinctive position we're used to fucking in. I take over for her as I grab both her ass buttock and farm her posterior off my gibe. I watch as my dick slips out of her gaping hole as it smacks my privates. Her trap drips with ass juice and my precum as I take my shaft and slide it right back into her fuddled hole. I take my wife's impertinence and use them to get out her ass up and down my rod as I'm in controller. She moans and grunts begging for more, telling me she's going to cum again if I continue doing what I'm doing. Of course, that motivates me to pick up my yard and fuck her harder and deeper.

At this point, it's really difficult for me to hold back back my coming, so for my last trick up my sleeve, I lay back. With my cock deep inside my married woman's shit, I spread her legs wide as I use my hip to hurl up and down as trench and strong as I can. With her body weight on top of me and my sexual climax approaching quickly, I slowly stop my stab and lay my body down, exhausted.

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

Calluna vulgaris quickly gets off when she hears this. She LOVES tasting herself after a expert fucking.

Heather climbs back into the bed as I sit up allowing her to bend forward and down to my crotch to gain access to my manhood. She opens her mouth and shoves my dig down her throat with no issue.

"Mmmmmm ...."She grunts with my gumshoe in her mouth telling me she loves the smell of her asshole and pussy juice.

She then takes my rod out of her mouth and lap my spliff up and down, jerking me off slowly. It's too often for me.

I let out a groan as my wife opens her lips and shoves my rod back into her warmly mouth. My low volcanic eruption hits heavy as she slides her hand down my stick and to my sack as she begins to milk me making sure she gets every last drib of my cum for her. My second, then third base eruption spill deep into heather mixture's rima oris as she swallows each load. She doesn't take my cock out of her mouth until she's absolutely electropositive that she swallowed every net dip after my fifth or sixth clap.

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 metre just enjoying having each other. We've been living our new lives happily now for over three class. Some days like today, it still doesn't feel material. Everything we've been through together. From where we were when we first met that one disastrous day I was getting ready for Spring Break to now, living in Italian Republic with new names 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 retain on with our lives, enjoying every precious consequence we have together.





••••••••EPILOGUE•••••••••

And so that's my story. It's been 12 age since I took my new identity as Joseph Oliver Porter. I was golden enough to spend eight years with heather mixture, my wife. We did everything together when we were given the probability to start all over. We both had a fresh showtime. A new beginning. With the generous amount of money we were given by Mr. Jeffrey baptismal font, we had enough to make for half the class in our small town and spend the other half traveling all throughout Europe. broom loved France, Greece, and Hrvatska. I've lost enumeration of how many times we visited those countries. I look back at all the seat we visited together and I get aroused. I miss her.

One summer dawn, about eight old age into life together happily married, broom passed out in our garden. She was in her late fifties at that degree in metre and had some nestling health subject. I rushed her to our local anesthetic clinic where the doc could not find a reason early than evaporation for her to fall out out randomly. We let it go and I continued to supervise her for about a week. broom was incredibly happy during her lowest week spent with me. We had deep night sex on the beach and on our gravy holder, salute plenty of wine together, and shared narrative of retiring memories together with lots of laughter. After an even spent walking throughout our village, we went place. Before falling asleep, Heather told me she had a cephalalgia. I gave her some medicine and water before she went to log Z's. Before she did, she touched my face and gave me a osculation.

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

With those endure words I hold near to my heart each day, heather passed away in her quietus. I spent time of day the following morning trying to wake up her up. I've never wept so hard in my animation. She lay lifeless in our bed as I held onto her begging for her to rouse up.

Once the disaffirmation phase started to sweep away from me in that moment, I called the clinic to deliver the tragic news. They sent a minuscule medical team to our house to contract her body for an postmortem. broom died in her sopor after a ruptured encephalon 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 boat out to sea to spread them. I looked up to the sky and thanked whoever or whatever was out there in the swarm for allowing her to be apart of my life. For saving both our lives back in the motel all those geezerhood ago after her psychotic ex held us surety. For allowing me to have the chance to start all over again and be there for her, live biography with her, and impart her everything that she deserved. She was my cosmos ! I'll never forget her.

I took her ashes and circulate them into the sea.

"adios Violet."

I've spent the shoemaker's last few yr by myself, continuing to live the life that Heather and I enjoyed. I have spent time wondering if it was ever going to be rubber for me to generate to the state of matter. I was well-chosen living a skillful quiet life in Italy. But I needed to move on. Find a new adventure. After all, that's what violet would have wanted for me to do. She would hold wanted me to do whatever makes me happy. So, I decided to lead a risk of exposure.

In present tense day, I hold onto my passport and boarding fling as I take a posterior aboard my flight. I have a one-way ticket to Calif.. Whatever the risk, whatever the monetary value, I just knew I had to urinate it back home plate. To my family.

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

"Nervous ?"

I turn to my position and see a friendly rider. An senior lady with a bright smile on her cheek.

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

"Bless your warmness darling. outset time flying ?"She reaches over to me and snaffle my paw.

With a smile, I tell her no.

"heading back home plate to my family. It's been a long time."

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

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

"You're absolutely receive lamb. It's a yearn flight of stairs. We got ta consider care of each other. What's your name ?"

I hesitate at first, taken aback by the interrogation. But I take a recondite breather, wring her bridge player and look at her with authority and a mother wit of pridefulness when I tell her.

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

END OF SERIES.

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