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

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

I look at my earpiece and open up my contacts to find lonesome one epithet.

"heather P."

"So Mr. Oliver, do you receive any interrogation for me ?"Jeff asks.

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

I spend the following four workweek in the hospital regaining my strength. I had to attend physical therapy sessions about three to four times each day. My medico and therapist both had to avail me try and endure on my two invertebrate foot and keep me balanced the first week. Then it was a matter of walking and completing sure physical usage to show that I had regained critical motor skills to run normally. After being in a coma for five month, lying in bed the whole fourth dimension, my wooden leg were light to say the least. My whole body felt weak and frail. I did the best I could in the month of retrieval to eat, gain weight, and retrain my body to work somewhat normally.

One morning, I take a good looking at myself in the mirror, after attending a forcible therapy sitting. I have scratch on my grimace, down my chest, and my arms. They're a lasting reminder of the twisting that Clark put me through back at the motel. I have a new name and new identicalness now. But that will never undo the past of who I was. My scars will always remind me of who I was.

After a calendar month of forcible therapy, I'm discharged from the hospital. 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 prospect of coming back whatsoever.

"Oliver, the day that Gospel According to Luke pellet and killed Mr. Elizabeth Taylor, it sparked and created consequences that can never be fixed. The damage is done. To avoid paying the price for what your activeness did, you must leave alone and NEVER come back. A lot of mass were involved in faking the death of George Lucas Eugene Curran Kelly Captain John Smith and giving you a new identity all while keeping a low-profile. THIS is the exclusively way you can keep open Luke's class safety. Do I make myself clear ?"

I take a deep breath and acknowledge him. It hurts that I never got to say sayonara to my kinfolk. I was going to miss them for for sure. But in all candour, 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 hopeful face in all this. I'm being given the opportunity to go life all over again. A new name, fresh head start, and new showtime !

We arrive at the field. The SUV takes us to a individual hanger where I'm greeted by the tidy sum of a private jet, two airplane pilot, and a flight of steps attendant. Jeff gives me a suitcase before we step out of the fomite.

"You have all your crucial documents in this briefcase. Additionally, you have in here your bank information with routing numbers game and accession to an offshore account we have given you to fund your perm stay in Italian Republic, your new home."

We walk towards the planer as he continues to explicate what I need to cognise.

"Also Mr. Oliver ostiary, you will receive an automatize text upon landing. It will reveal your new townspeople of residence and how to get there, most likely by railroad train. Once you get to your final destination, you are to text the sole contact on your phone that you have arrived. They will arrange your transportation from there to your new home."

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

"No sir."

Jeff extends his hand toward me.

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

We exchange men and I thank him for everything as we part ways. It's been about a calendar month since Jeff introduced me to my new name of King Oliver Porter, but it's still unearthly. All my life I've been George Lucas Princess Grace of Monaco Kathryn Elizabeth Smith. Luke for short. But that person no longer exists.

I am soon greeted by the pilot burner and the lovely flight tender as I step onboard the aircraft, boundary for Italy. I have my briefcase and a belittled baggage with some dress. I get settled quickly onboard. It takes only minutes for the plane to taxi and reach the track. As we accelerate down the runway and become airborne, I take a look out the windowpane and see everything I'm leaving buttocks. So hanker USA.

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

I do a lot of research on living in Common Market, the beautiful hamlet I'm supposed to move to, the rudiments of speaking Italian, etc. I am not able to sleep one bit. My flight of stairs Attendant onboard the plane with me is named Emily. She takes great care of me. Always checking up and seeing how I'm doing. The private jet I'm on is very luxurious ! My seat reclines into a bed and I have my own office distance within my seating field. It's very private, and me feel crucial for some reason. On the outside of my seating country, there's a couple of sofa, former rear, as well as a mini bar. Emily, my stewardess, has a tush near the front of the aircraft, close to the galley where she preps my meals. We have conversations throughout the flight of stairs 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 yell it, and make my way towards the back of the aircraft and to the mini bar. I grab a beer from the fridge and sit down on the frame beside it. I push the call button remote control and signaling for Emily to come to me.

"What can I get for you Mr. porter's beer ?"

I ask her for a bottle of Irish whisky whisky and two specs. Emily returns momentarily and pours the whiskey in both methamphetamine hydrochloride.

"Is there a reasonableness you wanted the extra methamphetamine hydrochloride Mr. Porter ?"she asks.

I smile at her and nod.

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

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

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

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

"Ok Joseph Oliver, just one drink."

I grab my chalk and raise mine up with hers.

"Cheers."

We both drink the whiskey in one draught. Emily sits down beside me on the sofa as we engage in conversation. I tell Emily as much as I can about who I was without revealing too many point. I don't give her my previous gens or where I'm from for delicacy. As a matter of fact, from what Emily has told me so far about her job, she works for a private party that transports all sorts of hoi polloi around the globe. Many have had hidden identities and aliases as well. Some were regime declaration and others were people in Witness Protection. Many she has transported work for the CIA and other administration agency. So without a doubt in my mind, I knew I could trust her with telling my story, just without any names and locations.

I tell her about how I fell in 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 comatoseness. Emily sits down and just listens to me peach with a solemn fascination for what I have to say.

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

I think about it and shrug.

"Honestly, I don't know. I have a set of educational activity and selective 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 course with ? Are you ever going to see her again ?"

It's a large dubiousness, but I don't even have an resolution to that because I don't know when I'm supposed to see her. I kept asking Jeff about Violet, but all he would assure me is that she's animated 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 walkway toward the front of the plane.

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

I take a effective spirit at my favorable stewardess. I never really noticed how beautiful she is. She wears on a mean ashen collared shirt that hugs her medium sized boob and a black mini tie around her neck. On her forefront, she wears a stewardess hat which reminds me of something Navy sailors would have on. Emily has a cockeyed mini skirt on with pantie hosiery on and heights heels. Her skirt does a wonderful job of showing how round and curvy her ass is. Emily looks to be in her early thirties with blonde whisker and tan skin.

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

"Sorry about that Oliver. Just had to see to it 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 to talk to someone about all the dump I've been through the shoemaker's last year."

Emily stares at me with kind oculus and understanding. With her sitting just inch from me, I eye her up and down really admiring her look. Her cleavage exposed to me and her intersect branch showing me how duncish her ass is from the side. For the first time in a long sentence, I'm feeling something I haven't felt since I've awoken from my coma : Blue Ball !

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

"Oliver, you've been through so a lot bother and agony. I can't guess what you're feeling right now. I wish I could take away all the harm that you're feeling and be capable to guarantee that you'll be ok."She tells me this as she reaches over and snap up my hand. I feel like I might just detonate 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 incontrovertible face of this and conceive that this is just a new escapade I'm about to begin. I'm a new man and this is a new root. 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 cogitate of this position !"

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

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

A bit confused, I ask her what she means.

She then stands up excitedly, and manner of walking to the back of the aeroplane. She reaches into the mini crowd closet and pulls out her nightlong luggage. Inside of it, she reaches in and takes out a diminished pink bag.

I'm still a little bedevil 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 substance of the bag. A bottle of lotion, safety, anal plug, lube, and perfume.

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

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

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

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

With that, our lips touch and lock.

We start slow at first until I feel Emily's clapper invade my mouth. We fondle and embrace each other as our tongue wrestle each other. My mitt reach down to her waist and scope below as I get a good feel of her business firm ass cheeks. My hostess begins to moil herself on my crotch as I rub her ass. I feel her legs teddy on each side as she kicks off her bounder. As I shove my tongue down Emily's throat, all I can think about are my mother wit coming back to life ! The way her fuzz brushes on my face and cervix. How she smells of lavender and coconut oil. Her breath tasting minty with the oddment of the whisky we both indulged. All the piece thinking how horny I was at the Lapp time ! Emily has my cock at the tough it's been in months ! Oh the joy of being able to meet my sexual urges after such a with child drought ! She continues to grind herself on me as we kiss.

Eventually, I pull her off me just to breathe !

She laughs when I do so.

"Too much ?"

I pull myself up and stand facing her.

"Hmmm ... I'd say to a greater extent like not enough !"

I pull myself cheeseparing to her and begin to kiss her neck biting it gently as my hired man begin to unbutton her shirt. Emily closes her centre moaning softly enjoying the tickling sensations of my kisses and nibbling. I unbutton her shirt completely and root for it off exposing her Patrick Victor Martindale White lacy bra. Reaching behind her back, my men swiftly find her strap. I hear the trick detent as her bra falls down onto the floor. With her fatal tie still around her neck, I take a skilful face at her naked bosom in awe. Emily has medium sized white meat that are perky with toughened tit. I stand staring at those beautiful globes in front of me. With a smiling, she takes my men and puts them up to her chest.

"plosive speech sound staring and savor them already."

Immediately I'm taken out of my enchantment. I sit back onto the sofa behind me. Emily gets back onto my lap as I take her white meat and rub them back and Forth against my fount. I grab her left tit and proceed to gently lick her hardened nipple. Emily continues to groan softly as I switch around licking each of her breasts and pap. I find the courage, and bite them as I hold her down on my lap to keep her from squirming.

"Oh YES ! Oh YES King Oliver !"My air hostess encourages me to pick on her pap. I proceed to rub down her breasts for a fiddling while as we continue to kiss and embrace each other. Emily then decides that it's clock time to continue. She pushes her way off my lap as she stands up. She turns around and bends over, pulling her skirt down in the summons, leaving me the consummate thought of her step-in and pantyhose. She gives me a side glimpse smiling as she bends back down and slowly puff off her reduce black pantie, exposing her bare ass and stocky pussy sass. She tosses them to the side and backs her way into my look. I take my hands and smack them hard against the side of meat of her firm curvy ass. She grunts loudly each time I do so. I continue to play around with Emily's ass slapping it and watching her boldness jiggle. She shakes her rear in my case as she bends over bringing it close to my face giving me an gravel whiff of her slit and ass.

"appreciation me Oliver."

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

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

My digit slowly push recondite 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 smirch ! ! !"

Emily takes restraint once again stepping forward away from me.

She reaches into her pink bag and pulls out her lube and butt hype. She pours a generous quantity of lube on her handwriting and then her plug. She reaches behind herself and slowly fingers her arse. Emily lays back onto the couch and passes me her nag.

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

I didn't need to discover her say THAT twice ! I grab her chew and aline it with her shadow puckered hole. Emily spreads her legs apart to make it promiscuous for me. She spreads her asscheeks and gapes her hole allowing me to put the stopper deep into her without any worry. With my bridge player covered in lubricant, I lean into Emily and begin to buss her once again as I play with her clit. She groans as she pulls me faithful and kisses me enjoying the sense. Emily pulls me away.

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

Emily pulls my shirt off and tosses it to the side. She signals for me to stand up. She grabs my belt and unbuckles it. She then yanks down my pants and underclothing together, allowing my dick to finally stand at attending freely ! She takes a few seconds to admire the size of it and face of it. Emily then crusade me laborious back into the sofa and climbs her way on top of me.

"I want you to just relax and depend me in the eyes. Can you do that for me ?"I nod with lust as I watch Emily get back off of me and turn away her genu down onto the floor in presence of me. She takes her glossa 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 star of being licked like an ice pick retinal cone. Violet just loved doing that for me while she sucked me off. Oh how it's felt like days since we've stopping point seen each early ! Emily then begins to suck me off slowly at first but increases her tempo bobbing her promontory up and down. She stares at me as she does so obviously enjoying the fact that I'm in the heat of the moment enjoying it all ! She then surprises me next when I feel her index finger clinch into my shit !

"Oh SHIT ! What the piece of tail ? ?"

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

"Do you like this ?"

I shake my school principal 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 back talk make way to my testicles. She engulfs my intact sack into her mouth and begins to suck on them while fingering me.

My eye were practically rolled to the back of my forefront ! Who is this char ? ? I could not believe what a freak my Flight concomitant is ! Emily then licks my ball sacque all the way up to my shaft. She does this for a few minutes until I'm unable to handle the office 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 back talk touch the tip of my hammer, I erupt and spill my massive slews down her pharynx ! This being my first orgasm in almost six months, I'm shocked to see the amount of jizz shooting out of me into Emily's mouth ! And she takes ALL of it, struggling to continue from spitting some out.

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

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

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

She playfully shoves me as she stands up.

"Can I get you some water ?"

I nod as I start to feel the thirst flush in. I watch her walk away to the galley to get us some drinks. She's completely naked only leaving on her mordant tie around her cervix and her pantyhose. I look at the sheeny butt end 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 gasp as she takes my entire cock up inside of her. Before she can lead off riding me, we hear the maitre d'hotel make an promulgation on the PA.

"Just a heads up Emily and Oliver, we're about to enter a storm with moderate to dangerous turbulence, so please sit down and buckle up until we turn off the seatbelt signaling giving you the all-clear that it's safe to move about the cabin."

We hear a richly gong as the skipper illuminates the seat belt sign.

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

That's when my head gets a get down bulb idea.

"Why occlusion 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 center widen with excitement.

"I'm totally up for that !"

She begins to grind her hips on me as she slowly starting to spring on my cock. She slowly rides my shaft bouncing up and down, keeping my dick hardened inside her. A few minutes pass and suddenly the plane shakes with great force. I grab onto Emily's waistline for documentation, keeping her steady on top of me so she doesn't fall. The airplane begins to bump around up and down aggressively. The upheaval was definitely defective than restrained. I continue to hold onto Emily as the plane bounces up and down. With the turbulence shaking the plane, Emily shifts up and down on my cock. We both moan together enjoying the feeling of female parent Nature doing the work for us.

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

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

The turbulence went on for about 10 transactions 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 dick.

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

With the help of the turbulence, I'm able-bodied to take over. I pull her closer to me as I begin to sway my body up and down increasing my stride. Emily begs for me to fuck her faster as I enjoy the sound of her belly laugh and my dick clapping her impertinence.

"piece of tail ! ! !"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 turbulence ? ? Incredible ! !"

We catch our hint once more. I was on the verge of cumming again so my hawkshaw stayed arduous. Emily lays down on the cast catching her breath. I glance down at her defenseless sweaty physical structure. Her glossy plug caught my aid once again.

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

Emily gives me a dirty smile.

"Go for it !"

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

"Fill me up !"

I grab her and tend her backrest into the niche of the couch and spread her peg wide apart. With one human knee on the flooring and the other on the end of the couch, I grab my dick and easily put in it whole into her motherfucker. Emily's eyes widen as she gasps.

"fuck !"

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

"C'mon Oliver ! nooky my tight 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 air hostess in the ass, I grab her bosom and bite down hard on her nipple causing her to scream even more ! My bit sexual climax being moments away, I then pull my stopcock out and squeeze the entirety of it into her pussy as I release my second load oceanic abyss into Emily.

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

My second shipment was almost as big as my first ! As soon as I'm vacuous, I pull out of her and digest up.

"mouthful my seed you stewardess whore !"

I reach into her kitty-cat and dig the remnants of my shipment out of her. Emily grabs my hand and shoves my fingers in her mouth licking up my spunk.

"Hmmm, so scrumptious 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 comer. I'm able to wash up and clean our area up while we start our descent into Italy. clock time flies when you're having a majuscule time !

As soon as the wheels touch the primer coat, I receive an automated text edition message."WELCOME TO Genoa, ITALY ! NEXT STOP FOR YOU MR. door guard IS VERNAZZA"it reads.

I look up the location on my earpiece using the single-valued function. The debauched way to get there is by train. From the looks of it, the railroad train station is a few blocks from the airport and has regular service of process to and from the region of Vernazza. The next train leaves in about 45 minutes. Once the plane is completely stopped and parked at the repair shed, Emily opens up the main cabin door and the flight deck door for the airplane pilot.

She makes an annunciation on the PA,

"Welcome to Genoa Italy !"

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

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

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

I say my thanks to both fender for the condom flight and make my way into the hangar which leads to a small terminus.

After clearing usage in the common soldier repair shed, I head inside the depot. I'm surprised to see a gentleman in a suit holding a sign with the gens"Oliver Porter."

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

I greet him as he tells me that he is my transportation to the train station. I thank him as he helps me with my bags to the cab. As we drive along the seacoast of Italia, I stare at the brilliantly and shed light on blue waters and the profuse greenery all around me. I really think I'm gon na like it here !

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

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

"Thank you Mr. Roberto for your kindness and help."I hand him a tip in hard cash for his hospitality. We part ways as I wait for my gearing to shoot me to my new rest home.

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

The ride took just under two hr. I look at the name of the train stop I'm instructed to get off at. I grab my bags and head to the lobby area of the station. I remember Jeff's instructions about texting the merely contact on my phone. I text"ARRIVED"to a"heather mixture P."on my phone. I'm still confused as to who this heather mixture is. Is she a hitch templet ? A local villager who happens to know Jeff ? Almost immediately, my phone vibrates and receives a reply."I'll be there shortly."

About an minute of waiting, I'm almost ready to cry this heather mixture somebody. It's been a recollective 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 articulation and I'm surprised to see Scots heather ... also known as Violet Taylor !

"reddish blue ? ?"

With tears in her eye, Violet embraces me.

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

As reddish blue holds onto me with dear living, I'm finally able-bodied to let reality pass in and I lean into her and plant a buss on her diffuse sass. We kissed passionately for some time holding each early, trying to make the moment net. Finally, we're able to let go of each other.

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

She helps with my suitcase as we walk together out of the train station and outside. She has a vehicle ready for us with a driver. We get in, and the driver takes us out of the city area and driving force along the coast. Violet and I are greeted by outstanding thought of the slide with beautiful body of water, mound and alky jet vale, and architecture of surrounding villages and towns. Violet holds my script in the car as we stay quiet enjoying the prospect. After about a half 60 minutes drive, the driver pulls off onto a side route which takes us down to a small village near the beach. He makes another twist and drops us off along a secluded wharf.

"Grazie signora !"Violet tells the driver as she tips him. We get out of the vehicle and base on balls along the dock that is lined up with small sauceboat. Violet takes me to a low gravy holder and loads up my clobber onto it. I noticed in small ignominious lettering the name"Porter"on the side of the boat.

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

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

"Yes indeed we are darling. Please appropriate me to infix myself to you Oliver. My name is Heather. broom Porter ... .your wife."

Heather reaches over and buss me.

All of this feels surreal ! !

"fountainhead nice to officially meet you Heather."

I give her a osculation back.

Heather unties our boat from the dock, and begins to steer us across the Ligurian Sea Harbor to a secluded small town where our household is located.

We spend time catching up with our life. heather mixture has changed a lot since we've last seen each other, the horrifying night we had at the motel. Her skin is darker with a upright tan from the climate of our new home. Heather is now a Brunette with straight haircloth cut short. She's lost some weight as her trunk is more athletic.

We then talk about about her relationship with Jeff and who he was. She tells me that they both attended grade school together all their lifespan. How he was like a brother to her. She tells me that Jeff was in the Department of Homeland security department back in the US and how he had powerful connections around the globe. That explained how he was able to cover up the slaying of her husband, a special ops Navy seal of approval. Jeff had a squad of people dispose of Clark Taylor and fake our deaths to forfend our families being in danger for the execution of Mr. Taylor. Once Violet ( Scots heather ) knew that I was going to be ok, when I was in a medically hasten coma, Jeff set up her false name and sent her over to Italy months in advance to leave me to retrieve while she set up our new family. Heather 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-scale dock with a couple of other boat. I grab my dish as ling leads the way up the hill. We get to the top and progress to our way to a buck private path which takes us to a beautiful small home overlooking the coast and a expectant view of our village.

"So finalise in Luke ... .I mean Oliver haha. That's going to be quite an adaptation to get used to."

We both laugh as I drop my bags into our room. heather gives me the grand tour of duty of our house. She takes superbia in showing me her garden in our backyard. She stops and then stares at me. God, how gorgeous my wife is !

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

I walk over to ling and enfold my implements of war around her. We lean into each other with our foreheads touching.

"Heather, you saved me that dark. All I could think about was you. How I could not stomach to live on the remainder of my life-time without you. I did what I had to do. There are consequences to what my actions did. We won't ever be able to take back to the US or see our families again, but none of that matters because I have all I need right here in front of me."

Heather and I leaned closer. We shared a inscrutable passionate kiss as husband and wife.

••••••••••••

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

"Make love to me baby. I want you deeper in me !"Calluna vulgaris cried.

I sink my face into the pillow beside her fount as I begin to get a intimate touch sensation of an orgasm coming. Heather bites down on my shoulder begging for more.

My hands rub her body all over. From her breasts with her newly pierced teat, all the way down her waist. I massage her lovesome sweaty body as I thrust my cock in and out of her pussy. Once I hit my orgasm, Heather began to scream.

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

It was a beautiful flavour. It hurt so bad as I continued to pound her build as our lingua engulfed each early. I keep pumping my cock in and out. Hard, but slowly as we both tried to catch our breathes. In the same way that people see their life-time flash before their eyes right before dying, I saw my life history flash with every present moment I've shared with Heather back when we were Gospel According to Luke and Violet. Our get-go Night together when I helped her deal with a"crappy"quandary she had going on. Our holiday to Mexico with me and my college friends. Sharing her with her sister Linda. Our separation during the clip her ex husband took over her life. Our days locked up in that motel by that psycho. How he tortured me and raped her. And of course of study the belly laugh. The awful screams after the gun went off. I saw ALL of those mo when my sexual climax hit Scots heather punishing. We lay down together catching our breaths.

"Oliver ?"

"Yes infant ?"

"I love you."

I lean into my wife kissing her showing my dearest for her. From that point on, I knew that no matter what challenges we faced, we'd be all right. We had each other. That's all that mattered. New public figure, new life history, new beginnings. heather mixture will always hold up a limited stead in my bosom. Heather. Or as how I once knew her ... VIOLET.

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

My centre is pounding. I see him !

"WHAT THE shag ? ? GET BACK IN YOUR tail NOW beef ! ! ! ! !"

He screams at me and reaches for his pocket tongue on the bed. That same knife that he has used to jactitate my cheek, munition, and chest. The cold water to the face gives me plenty adrenaline to snap up the gun on the nightstand. He shoves me to the level. I hit my head with a loud thud ! My imaginativeness starts to blur as we wrestle, both of us trying to get the better of each other.

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

"NOOOOOOOOOOOO ! ! ! ! ! !"

I wake up drenched in perspiration. I try to trance my breath and regain my composure.

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

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

heather mixture seize me and embraces me while caressing my head. 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 long time. It's all in the past. I need you to just breathe for me. Go outside and get some refreshing air if you need to."

Taking her advice, I kiss her. I get out of bed, and paseo to our small kitchen. I wash my face with coldness water and drink a cup for hydration.

I walk out the front door and down our individual path. The whizz are bright in the sky and the moon is in full-of-the-moon effect. It's a gorgeous eventide as the moon reflects upon the coastline in our little village.

I stop once I reach the cliff, close to the trail that's connected to the rest of the little hamlet in this Italian region. Our village is very remote with absolutely no access to cars. only way in is by boat or helicopter.

I stop and think about how my life has dramatically changed in the lastly few years. Ever since I came back home from college for the summertime. I think about my family that I left behind back in the US. I miss them so a great deal ! But I know that I can never return. I'm a ghost. violet is a ghostwriter. We went through something so traumatic and tragic that day. The day that changed our whole lives forever. We both died that day. We were given new life. New aliases. A freshly start, on the one term that we could never go back nursing home. Ever.

It's a quiet and peaceful place here and I've adjusted well to it all. I work at a local anaesthetic market and I also fish by the coast for a support. Heather sells jewelry and other supplement all around town to the tourists that come from around the creation. Life is good but I still dole out with my demon I just can't let go. They haunt me and remove 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 time has gone by, but they're still there. If it wasn't for broom, I don't think I could ever handle it. The care. The guilt. The trauma. It's a permanent scar for life that I can only plow but can never heal. Don't get me wrong, she needs me just as a good deal as I need her. What we both went through that day ... I'm surprised she's been so impregnable for me. I sit down on a large Boulder, overlooking the slide. I close my optic. I take abstruse breaths. I listen to the settle down speech sound of the cinch and the waves of the water supply crashing into shore. It's the salutary remedy for me to calm myself down. The best way that I can report 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 nerve and I run faster ! I run down the trail taking me throughout some local Village along the sea-coast. Time flies by because when I stop to fascinate my breath, I look toward the east and see the sun beginning to come up. I walk back home with a smile on my face. Everything is going to be ok ! I take the net turn on the trail and up the hill where my household is, up a buck private pathway. It's meter to rouse up broom for breakfast, and start our day.

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

"Hey sweetie, how was your run ?"

I tell her it was amazing as I give her a hug and a kiss. I go to choose a ready exhibitioner and create my way back to the kitchen. heather stands by the counter looking incredibly sexy as she brings a bowl of fruit to the mesa.

"Ready to eat ?"She asks me.

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

I step closer to my wife and bring my hired hand down to her crotch. She closes her eye and softly moans as I lean nigh to buss 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 article of furniture. I place heather mixture on the outdoor terrace bed in our garden. It's a beautiful setting for us to make sexual love and get downright kinky. Heather lays back and rips off her night-robe easily, exposing her defenseless titty.

"Yank my step-in off baby !"

I don't need to hear her say it again. I pull down her scanty as she raises her bottom up gently for me to get them off completely. Taking off my shirt, I then lean into my wife's naked body and enfold my arms around her as we kiss. She locks me in her limb kissing me furiously as I try to pull away from her to osculate her lower body. I hear her breathing heavily as our sass are pressed firmly together. I'm able to issue myself from her travelling bag as I make my way down her body. She grabs her tit and massages them gently as I kiss my way down her stomach to her navel expanse and then to my prized self-command. Heather is freshly waxed for me. Her labia is swollen with her pussy lips closed off. I inhale and get a puff of air of her Holocene epoch shower olfactory property. I take my tongue out and use it to spread her pussycat sassing wide-eyed open. I'm then able to dig into her burrow as I shove my tongue deeper inside as I grab Scots heather's legs from underneath to circulate them full for me.

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

I take my properly 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 kitty-cat 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 cheek and I feel her hand bury my mind deeper into her crotch. My wife lets out a sigh of blissful relief.

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

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

I stand up and pull her by her pegleg closer to me onto the bound of our terrace bed. With the altitude of the bed, my waistline is perfectly aligned with her twat as I stand in between Calluna vulgaris's pegleg. I pull my shorts down all the way with one hand and then step out of them leaving me naked with my hard cock ready for some action. I press my slam up against her privates. I grab my shaft of light and gently massage the tip against her clit as I use her pussy juice to make it easily for me to slide right in.

Heather nods at me, closing her eye, giving me the go-ahead sign to claim what's rightfully mine. Once lubricated, I thrust myself all the way inside her, stretching her vaginal sassing wide undecided.

Heather oink softly taking every inch of my meaty cock like a champion. I've been fucking her for the last few years already and it's swell to see the response on her aspect each sentence like it's the 1st sentence we've had sex. I fuck her standing up using my pelvis to thrust in and out of her as she lays back with her hands behind her head enjoying each thrust, each time my prick slam deep into her. I grab her left field breast with my unexpended mitt and play with her vertical nipple. She winces as I do so gritting her teeth as her pap are incredibly medium after getting them pierced. I love that she decided to thrust them. They make her breasts look aphrodisiac and are a physical admonisher of how much of a gross out my wife can be.

I squeeze her breasts with my left field bridge player switching back and Forth as my rectify handwriting holds her compensate leg. I continue my driving force back and forth picking up my pace as I go.

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

"Harder baby ! !"She says.

I slam myself into her second joint, spreading her wooden leg wider for me to shove my appendage as deep into her soaking wet love tunnel as I can. I get the sentience of an orgasm building up in my sack as I do so. heather mixture practically screams for me to fuck her harder. It's so dainty to possess our own privacy having our rest home secluded from any neighbour as we live on a Alfred Hawthorne overlooking the coast. There's been plenty of times where I've fucked Scots heather outside all around our property.

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

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

She has a bright grin on her grimace.

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

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

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

With my shiny pecker coated in her kitty succus, I take my shaft and printing press my tip against her tight sphincter. We could definitely use lube but I know Scots heather loves a smashing challenge as the pain meld with pleasure turns her on. I feel her asshole open as I stretch her out shoving my shaft inch by inch up inside her backbone.

Scots heather is laid back with her hands pressed against her knocker squeezing them. I take both my hands to rub the tips of her sore teat to enhance her delight.

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

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

We grunt together as I hold onto her pegleg for bread and butter, letting my rosehip do all the work. It's amazing how cockeyed she is after fucking her all her yap for the last few years.

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

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

I fuck her pussy pulling in and out rapidly, and then take out out. I push my tip against her gaping arse and shove it up her rear end. I thrust in and out just as fast as I play with her clit in the cognitive process. Heather covers her face with her hands as I fuck her ass and play with her clit. Her knocker jiggle freely as I thrust in and out of her.

"fucking my pussy now baby ! !"

I pull out of her mother fucker and stuff my shaft straight into her pussy in one try as my pelvic arch keep jab in and out. Heather at this head is massaging her clitoris frantically as I continue fucking her twat at a fleet velocity. Knowing her, she's going to cum for me. She's a squirter so I'm ready for the transgress faucet soon to make it as I pull out of her pussy again and aim my marijuana cigarette for her welcoming butthole.

"Just like that baby ! ! screwing my ASS ! ! I'm so finis ! I'm going to make a muckle ! !"My wife informs me.

At this point, I slow myself down and take my clip, pulling in and out of her arse. Something about the tardily thrusts in and out of her cocksucker cause us both dotty 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 shaft engulfed by her anal canalize stretching her out inside.

My wife takes a few cryptic breather and then lets out a big scream as she squeezes her tit with one hired man and rapidly fingers her clit with the early.

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

She lets out five powerful squirts of her orgasm juice, one at a time. Each time she does so her body shift key good with my cock still up her anus. I feel her ass muscles tighten, squeezing my cock from the force of each squirt she lets out, spilling her love all over my blue dresser, genitalia, and on her sides, soaking our outdoor terrace 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 beloved. It's all you though. You're the simply one who's ever made me climax like that."ling 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 bound of the bed. I want you to sit on my prick baby. I'm going to fuck your tight arse 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 position of her ass close to my face. She teases me by wiggling it close to me as I lean in and buss each nerve. 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 gawp bastard. Once my tip slides in, Heather gasps as she sits down completely, holding my legs on her face for support as she slowly raises her hips up and down. I feel my cock stretch her asshole 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 typical stead we're used to fucking in. I take over for her as I grab both her ass boldness and conjure up her butt off my slam. I watch as my cock slips out of her breach trap as it smacks my private parts. Her hollow dripping with ass juice and my precum as I take my rotating shaft and chute it right back into her tight pickle. I take my wife's cheeks and use them to draw her ass up and down my rod as I'm in mastery. She moans and grunt begging for more, telling me she's going to cum again if I continue doing what I'm doing. Of row, that motivates me to beak up my pace and fuck her harder and deeper.

At this point, it's really difficult for me to hold back my orgasm, so for my last trick up my sleeve, I lay back. With my cock deep inside my wife's asshole, I spread her wooden leg wide as I use my hips to hurl up and down as deep and operose as I can. With her dead body weight on top of me and my sexual climax approaching quickly, I slowly stop my thrusts and lay my consistency down, exhausted.

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

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

Heather climbs back into the bed as I sit up allowing her to bend forward and down to my crotch to get ahead access to my humanness. She opens her mouth and shoves my tool down her pharynx with no egress.

"Mmmmmm ...."She grunt with my dick in her mouth telling me she loves the tone of her SOB and pussy juice.

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

I let out a groan as my wife opens her rim and shoves my rod back into her warmly lip. My first outbreak hits heavy as she slides her handwriting down my marijuana cigarette and to my release as she begins to milk me making certainly she gets every finally drop of my cum for her. My secondment, then third irruption spill deep into heather's rima oris as she swallows each warhead. She doesn't take my rooster out of her rima oris until she's absolutely positive that she swallowed every last drop after my fifth or sixth eruption.

With that, we finish and lay down in our terrace bed for a while just relaxing during our post-orgasm senior high school. We embrace each former and kiss for a time just enjoying having each other. We've been living our new life-time happily now for over three years. Some days like today, it still doesn't tactile property real. Everything we've been through together. From where we were when we first met that one fatal day I was getting ready for Spring Break to now, living in Italy with new names and military control. 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 abode.

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

We go about our day and continue 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 spend eight years with Heather, my wife. We did everything together when we were given the chance to pop out all over. We both had a refreshful first. A new beginning. With the generous amount of money we were given by Mr. Jeffrey Font, we had enough to work half the year in our village and spend the former one-half traveling all throughout European Community. Scots heather loved France, Greece, and Croatia. I've lost count of how many times we visited those rural area. I look back at all the places we visited together and I get emotional. I miss her.

One summer sunup, about eight geezerhood into living together happily married, Heather passed out in our garden. She was in her late fifty dollar bill at that point in meter and had some nonaged wellness issues. I rushed her to our topical anaesthetic clinic where the doc could not come up a reason other than desiccation for her to overstep out randomly. We let it go and I continued to monitor her for about a workweek. heather mixture was incredibly happy during her last week spent with me. We had late night sex on the beach and on our gravy holder, drink plenty of wine together, and shared stories of past computer storage together with good deal of laughs. After an even out spent walking throughout our village, we went dwelling. Before falling asleep, ling told me she had a headache. I gave her some medicament and water before she went to kip. Before she did, she touched my expression and gave me a kiss.

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

With those final words I hold near to my heart each day, Heather passed away in her slumber. I spent hours the next morning trying to rouse her up. I've never wept so hard in my spirit. She lay lifeless in our bed as I held onto her begging for her to wake up.

Once the denial phase started to sweep away from me in that moment, I called the clinic to deliver the tragic tidings. They sent a small medical checkup team to our sign of the zodiac to direct her body for an autopsy. Heather died in her eternal rest after a ruptured brain aneurysm. We never saw it coming. The doc can't even tell apart me to this day how or why it happened.

I decided to cremate her consistence and spread her ashes 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 liveliness. For saving both our life history back in the motel all those age ago after her psychotic ex held us hostage. For allowing me to have the opportunity to take off all over again and be there for her, live life with her, and give her everything that she deserved. She was my world ! I'll never forget her.

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

"goodbye Violet."

I've spent the last few years by myself, continuing to populate the lifespan that broom and I enjoyed. I have spent time wondering if it was ever going to be safe for me to pass to the States. I was felicitous living a overnice quiet life story in Italy. But I needed to move on. observe a new adventure. After all, that's what Violet would have wanted for me to do. She would have wanted me to do whatever makes me happy. So, I decided to train a risk.

In present day, I hold onto my passport and boarding pass as I take a seat aboard my escape. I have a one-way tag to CA. Whatever the risk, whatever the cost, I just knew I had to lay down it back home. To my family.

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

"Nervous ?"

I turn to my side and see a favorable passenger. An elderly dame with a promising grinning on her face.

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

"Bless your heart favourite. get-go clip flying ?"She reaches over to me and grabs my paw.

With a smile, I tell her no.

"Heading back home to my sept. It's been a prospicient time."

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

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

"You're absolutely welcome dear. It's a long flight. We got ta lease precaution of each former. What's your name ?"

I hesitate at get-go, taken aback by the question. But I take a deep breath, squeeze her script and look at her with confidence and a sense of superbia when I tell her.

"My gens is Lucas Ian Douglas Smith, but you can call me Luke."

END OF SERIES.

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