A couple hours later, Jeff returns. He hands me a orotund white-livered envelope. I open it up to find oneself a new passport, social security routine, ID, and a prepaid phone. I open up my recommendation and see a fairly Recent epoch picture of me. The name reads"Oliver Lucas Porter."

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

I look at my earpiece and open up my striking to find exclusively one name.

"heather P."

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

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

I spend the next four weeks in the hospital regaining my strength. I had to assist strong-arm therapy sessions about three to four times each day. My doctor and therapist both had to help me try and stand on my two invertebrate foot and prevent me balanced the first week. Then it was a matter of walking and completing certain physical exercises to record that I had regained vital motor skills to function normally. After being in a coma for five month, lying in bed the wholly time, my branch were weak to say the least. My altogether body felt weak and frail. I did the good I could in the calendar month of recovery to eat, gain weightiness, and retrain my trunk to officiate somewhat normally.

One sunup, I take a good look at myself in the mirror, after attending a physical therapy sitting. I have scar on my typeface, down my breast, and my arms. They're a permanent wave reminder of the torment that Clark put me through back at the motel. I have a new epithet and new individuality now. But that will never undo the past tense of who I was. My cicatrix will always remind me of who I was.

After a month of strong-arm therapy, I'm discharged from the infirmary. I get into an SUV with Jeff. The device driver takes us to a private landing field in Maryland outside of DC. Jeff explains to me along the way that I'm leaving the body politic and have no opportunity of coming back whatsoever.

"King Oliver, the day that Saint Luke shot and killed Mr. Joseph Deems Taylor, it sparked and created upshot that can never be fixed. The damage is done. To avoid paying the price for what your actions did, you must give and NEVER come back. A lot of citizenry were involved in faking the death of Lucas Kelly Smith and giving you a new identicalness all while keeping a low-profile. THIS is the lone way you can keep Gospel According to Luke's family rubber. Do I make water myself make ?"

I take a mysterious intimation and acknowledge him. It hurts that I never got to say goodbye to my household. I was going to miss them for surely. But in all candour, I should be dead right now. It's a miracle I even recovered from my injury I sustained while trapped in that motel. I try to see the bright side in all this. I'm being given the opportunity to set off life all over again. A new name, clean start, and new beginning !

We arrive at the field. The SUV takes us to a private hanger where I'm greeted by the sight of a buck private jet, two fender, and a flight attendant. Jeff gives me a suitcase before we step out of the vehicle.

"You have all your important documents in this briefcase. Additionally, you have in here your camber information with routing numbers and access to an seaward write up we have given you to fund your permanent stay in Italia, your new home."

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

"Also Mr. Oliver Porter, you will receive an machine-driven text edition upon landing. It will unwrap your new town of residence and how to get there, almost potential by train. Once you get to your final destination, you are to text the only 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 hired man toward me.

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

We exchange hands and I thank him for everything as we component part ways. It's been about a month since Jeff introduced me to my new name of Oliver doorman, but it's still weird. All my life-time I've been Lucas Kelly Smith. Saint Luke for unawares. But that soul no longer exists.

I am soon greeted by the pilot burner and the lovely flight attendant as I step onboard the aircraft, bound for Italian Republic. I have my briefcase and a small baggage with some wearing apparel. I get conciliate quickly onboard. It takes only minutes for the plane to taxi and attain the runway. As we accelerate down the runway and suit airborne, I take a face out the window and see everything I'm leaving bum. So hanker USA.

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

I do a lot of research on living in Europe, the beautiful Greenwich Village I'm supposed to actuate to, the rudiments of speaking Italian, etc. I am not able to slumber one bit. My Flight tender onboard the woodworking plane with me is named Emily. She takes capital tending of me. Always checking up and seeing how I'm doing. The individual jet I'm on is very sumptuous ! My keister reclines into a bed and I have my own office space within my seating area. It's very secret, and me feel important for some reason. On the outside of my seating area, there's a couple of couches, other seats, as well as a mini bar. Emily, my stewardess, has a bum near the nominal head of the aircraft, close to the caboose where she preps my repast. We have conversations throughout the flight of steps 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 name.

Eventually I step out of my carrel, as I like to scream 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 couch beside it. I push the call button remote and signal for Emily to come to me.

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

I ask her for a bottle of Irish Gaelic whiskey and two field glass. Emily returns momentarily and pours the whiskey in both glasses.

"Is there a ground you wanted the spear carrier chalk Mr. Porter ?"she asks.

I smile at her and nod.

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

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

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

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

"Ok Oliver, just one drink."

I grab my glass and ascent mine up with hers.

"Cheers."

We both drink the whisky in one swig. Emily sits down beside me on the couch as we engage in conversation. I tell Emily as a good deal as I can about who I was without revealing too many contingent. 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 common soldier company that transports all sorts of hoi polloi around the orb. Many have had hidden identities and assumed name as well. Some were authorities contracts and others were people in viewer Protection. Many she has transported work for the CIA and other political science agencies. So without a doubt in my mind, I knew I could trust her with telling my story, just without any gens and locations.

I tell her about how I fell in love with a woman who had a deranged jealous hubby. 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 verbalise with a sincere fascination for what I have to say.

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

I think about it and shrug.

"Honestly, I don't know. I have a set of instruction manual 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 billet with ? Are you ever going to see her again ?"

It's a slap-up question, 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 reddish blue, but all he would tell me is that she's animated and well. He hinted at me that I'd see her Oklahoman than later.

Suddenly I hear a high-low chime from above. Emily gets up and walks toward the battlefront of the aeroplane.

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

I take a good look at my favorable air hostess. I never really noticed how beautiful she is. She wears on a tight Caucasian collared shirt that hugs her metier sized titty and a black mini tie around her neck. On her heading, she wears a stewardess hat which reminds me of something Navy sailors would have on. Emily has a tight mini bird on with panty hosepipe on and high bounder. Her doll does a fantastic job of showing how rung and curvy her ass is. Emily looks to be in her early thirties with blond fuzz 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 check up on my crew."

"It's all adept. 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 jack I've been through the last year."

Emily stares at me with variety centre and sympathy. With her sitting just inches from me, I eye her up and down really admiring her look. Her segmentation exposed to me and her crossed branch showing me how chummy her ass is from the face. For the first of all time in a long time, I'm feeling something I haven't felt since I've awoken from my coma : Blue clod !

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

"Oliver, you've been through so very much painfulness and suffering. I can't imagine what you're feeling right now. I wish I could take away all the hurt that you're feeling and be able to guarantee that you'll be ok."She tells me this as she reaches over and grabs my hand. I feel like I might just set off in my bloomers ! My gumshoe hurts from the pressure sensation of my stage keeping it tucked down !

"Thanks Emily. As much as this sucks, I like to look at the positive face of this and suppose 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 grinning at me.

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

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

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

A bit confused, I ask her what she means.

She then stands up excitedly, and walks to the back of the airplane. She reaches into the mini crew closet and pulls out her overnight luggage. Inside of it, she reaches in and takes out a small pink bag.

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

"Open this for me sweetie ?"

I grab the pinko bag from Emily and unzip it. My eyes widen when I stare at the message of the bag. A bottle of lotion, rubber, anal fire hydrant, lube, and perfume.

I'm speechless at number 1 but I'm able to speak up.

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

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

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

With that, our lips touch and lock chamber.

We start slow at first until I feel Emily's tongue invade my oral fissure. We fondle and embrace each former as our knife wrestle each early. My script reach down to her waistline and ambit below as I get a honorable tactile property of her firm ass cheeks. My stewardess begins to grind herself on my crotch as I rub her ass. I feel her peg switch on each position as she kicks off her heels. As I shove my tongue down Emily's throat, all I can imagine about are my senses coming back to life ! The way her hair thicket on my face and cervix. How she smells of lavender and cocoa palm oil. Her breath tasting minty with the end of the whisky we both indulged. All the while thinking how horny I was at the same metre ! Emily has my cock at the heavily it's been in months ! Oh the joy of being able to live up to my sexual urge after such a boastfully drought ! She continues to grind herself on me as we kiss.

Eventually, I pull her off me just to suspire !

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 snug to her and begin to buss her cervix biting it gently as my hand begin to unbutton her shirt. Emily closes her eyes moaning softly enjoying the tickling sensations of my kisses and nibbling. I unbutton her shirt completely and attract it off exposing her Andrew D. White lacy bra. Reaching behind her back, my script swiftly find her shoulder strap. I hear the magic detent as her bra falls down onto the base. With her melanise tie still around her neck, I take a dear flavour at her naked breasts in awe. Emily has medium sized breasts that are perky with harden mamilla. I stand staring at those beautiful globes in front of me. With a grinning, she takes my custody and puts them up to her breast.

"stopover staring and savor them already."

Immediately I'm taken out of my spell. I sit back onto the couch behind me. Emily gets back onto my lap as I take her titty and rub them back and Forth River against my face. I grab her left tit and proceed to gently puzzle out her season nipple. Emily continues to moan softly as I switch around licking each of her breasts and teat. I find the courage, and sting them as I hold her Down on my lap to hold back her from squirming.

"Oh YES ! Oh YES Oliver !"My stewardess encourages me to piece on her nipples. I proceed to massage her chest for a little while as we continue to kiss and embrace each former. Emily then decides that it's time to continue. She pushes her way off my lap as she stands up. She turns around and bends over, pulling her dame down in the process, leaving me the arrant perspective of her scanty and pantyhose. She gives me a side glance smiling as she bends back down and slowly pulls off her slim black panties, exposing her bare ass and thick-skulled pussy sass. She tosses them to the side and backs her way into my face. I take my hands and reek them hard against the side of meat of her firm curvy ass. She grunts loudly each time I do so. I continue to recreate around with Emily's ass slapping it and watching her cheeks jiggle. She shakes her tush in my face as she bends over bringing it close to my typeface giving me an amazing puff of her pussy and ass.

"Taste me Oliver."

I take my spit and begin to eat the plica of her clit as my nose is buried into her asshole. I circle my knife 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 yummy hole. With two fingerbreadth, I bury them cryptical into her ass causing her to gasp.

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

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

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

Emily takes control condition once again stepping forward away from me.

She reaches into her garden pink bag and pulls out her lube and fundament plug. She pours a generous amount of money of lube on her hand and then her plug. She reaches behind herself and slowly fingers her arsehole. Emily lays back onto the lounge and passes me her male plug.

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

I didn't need to hear her say THAT twice ! I grab her hoopla and align it with her darkness puckered muddle. Emily spreads her legs apart to make it easier for me. She spreads her asscheeks and gapes her muddle allowing me to put the plug deep into her without any trouble. With my helping hand covered in lube, I lean into Emily and get down to kiss her once again as I play with her clit. She groans as she pulls me close and kisses me enjoying the sensation. Emily pulls me away.

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

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

"I want you to just relax and see me in the eyes. Can you do that for me ?"I nod with lust as I watch Emily get back off of me and flex her stifle down onto the floor in front line of me. She takes her lingua 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 shape. Violet 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 up me off slowly at first off but increases her tempo bobbing her heading 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 forefinger squeezing into my asshole !

"Oh squat ! What the FUCK ? ?"

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

"Do you like this ?"

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

"I was not expecting that at all !"

Emily smirks again.

"Good."

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

My eyes were practically rolled to the binding of my head ! Who is this woman ? ? I could not think what a freak my flight Attendant is ! Emily then licks my globe sack all the way up to my shaft. She does this for a few second until I'm unable to treat the berth any longer.

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

She pulls her finger out of my ass jerks me off intensely ! As soon as her lips touch the tip of my shaft, I erupt and run out my massive cargo down her throat ! This being my foremost climax in almost six calendar month, 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 keep open from spitting some out.

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

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

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

She playfully shoves me as she stands up.

"Can I get you some water ?"

I nod as I start to experience the thirstiness kick in. I watch her walk away to the galley to get us some drinkable. She's completely naked only leaving on her black tie around her cervix and her pantyhose. I look at the shiny seat plug up inside her ass.

As soon as we're both hydrated, Emily gets onto my lap and adjusts my peter with her pussy. She sits down slowly onto my lap with a big gasp as she takes my full prick up inside of her. Before she can set about riding me, we hear the chieftain make an announcement on the PA.

"Just a heads up Emily and Oliver, we're about to record a tempest with moderate to grave upheaval, so please sit down and buckle up until we turn off the seatbelt signboard giving you the all-clear that it's prophylactic to move about the cabin."

We hear a senior high chime as the captain illuminates the seatbelt sign.

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

That's when my brain gets a unclouded medulla oblongata idea.

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

Emily's eyes widen with excitement.

"I'm totally up for that !"

She begins to grate her hips on me as she slowly starts to bounce on my rooster. She slowly rides my beam of light bouncing up and down, keeping my peter hardened inside her. A few minutes pass and suddenly the plane shakes with swell personnel. I grab onto Emily's waist for support, keeping her stabilize on top of me so she doesn't gloam. The airplane begins to happen around up and down aggressively. The turbulence was definitely big than moderate. I continue to support onto Emily as the woodworking 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 notion of mother Nature doing the work for us.

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

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

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

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

With the help of the upheaval, I'm able to take over. I pull her finisher to me as I begin to shake my physical structure up and down increasing my rate. Emily begs for me to bang her faster as I enjoy the sounds of her shriek and my shaft clapping her impertinence.

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

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

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

We catch our breaths once more. I was on the threshold of cumming again so my dick stayed knockout. Emily lays down on the frame catching her breather. I glance down at her naked sweaty body. Her shiny stopple caught my attention once again.

"How about I interchange that fire hydrant 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 list her back into the nook of the lounge and spread her legs wide apart. With one knee on the trading floor and the other on the end of the sofa, I grab my dick and easily insert it wholly into her asshole. Emily's eyes widen as she gasps.

"FUCK !"

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

"C'mon Oliver ! shtup my pissed bunghole dude ! I'm not afraid of that big dick of yours in my butthole ! piece of tail ME HARDER ! !"

As I continued to pound this horny air hostess in the ass, I grab her knocker and seize with teeth down hard on her nipples causing her to scream even more ! My 2d orgasm being moments away, I then pull my pecker out and shove the entirety of it into her pussycat as I release my minute lode deep into Emily.

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

My second load was almost as big as my firstly ! As soon as I'm empty-bellied, I pull out of her and stand up.

"preference my seminal fluid you stewardess whore !"

I reach into her pussy and dig the remnant of my burden out of her. Emily grabs my manus and shoves my fingerbreadth in her mouthpiece licking up my mettle.

"Hmmm, so pleasant-tasting you are."

With that, Emily stands up and kisses me.

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

"That was unbelievable ! Started off with a thrill !"I said jokingly.

Emily cleans herself up as she prepares the aircraft for arrival. I'm able to lap up and clean our domain up while we start our descent into Italy. time flies when you're having a groovy time !

As soon as the rack touch the ground, I receive an automate text message."WELCOME TO Genova, ITALY ! NEXT STOP FOR YOU MR. PORTER IS VERNAZZA"it reads.

I look up the location on my phone using the maps. The fastest way to get there is by caravan. From the feel of it, the gearing station is a few blocks from the airport and has regular Robert William Service to and from the part of Vernazza. The future train parting in about 45 minutes. Once the planing machine is completely stopped and parked at the hangar, Emily opens up the main cabin door and the flying deck room access for the pilots.

She makes an announcement on the PA,

"Welcome to Genoa Italy !"

I grab my traveling bag and walk to to the movement of the planer.

"Good luck Mr. Porter on all your future endeavors."Emily gives me a hug acting polite and master as both of the pilot light are in tidy sum of us. If only they knew about her picayune"celebration"she did for me.

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

I say my thanks to both buffer for the prophylactic flight of steps and construct my way into the hangar which leads to a lowly terminal.

After clearing usance in the private repair shed, I head inside the end. I'm surprised to see a valet de chambre in a suit holding a sign with the epithet"Joseph Oliver Porter."

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

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

I'm thankful for Mr. Roberto, the taxi driver, for the drive to the wagon train station as it was about a 15 minute driving force away from the airport, not a few stop as I initially thought it to be. We arrive at the station and Mr. Roberto helps me with my cup of tea into the station.

"Train 7 will go far shortly and will take you to Vernazza."

"Thank you Mr. Roberto for your kindness and help."I hired man him a tip in cash for his hospitality. We part fashion as I wait for my train to postulate me to my new home.

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

The ride took just under two hours. I look at the name of the caravan block I'm instructed to get off at. I grab my bags and promontory to the lobby expanse of the station. I remember Jeff's instruction manual 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 mixture is. Is she a spell guide ? A local villager who happens to get laid Jeff ? Almost immediately, my phone vibrates and receives a reply."I'll be there shortly."

About an hour of waiting, I'm almost cook to shout this Heather individual. It's been a hanker journey getting here and all I wanted to do in my new base is to get a squeamish meal and some sleep.

"Mr. ostiary ?"

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

"violet ? ?"

With teardrop in her oculus, Violet embraces me.

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

As Violet holds onto me with beloved liveliness, I'm finally able to let reality dip in and I lean into her and plant life a kiss on her sonant lips. We kissed passionately for some metre 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 bags as we walk together out of the string post and exterior. She has a fomite ready for us with a driver. We get in, and the driver takes us out of the city area and drives along the coast. Violet and I are greeted by striking views of the coast with beautiful water, Hill and lush K valleys, and architecture of surrounding villages and townsfolk. Violet holds my mitt in the car as we stay quiet enjoying the perspective. After about a one-half hr cause, the driver pulls off onto a English road which takes us down to a small village near the beach. He makes another go and drops us off along a secluded pier.

"Grazie Signore !"Violet tells the driver as she tips him. We get out of the vehicle and walk along the pier that is lined up with small-scale boats. reddish blue takes me to a minor boat and loads up my stuff onto it. I noticed in lowly pitch-dark lettering the name"Porter"on the slope 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 allow me to introduce myself to you Joseph Oliver. My name is Heather. Scots heather Porter ... .your wife."

Heather 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 sauceboat from the dock, and begins to steer us across the Ligurian Sea harbor to a secluded hamlet where our rest home is located.

We spend clock time catching up with our lives. Calluna vulgaris has changed a lot since we've end seen each former, the horrifying night we had at the motel. Her skin is darker with a better tan from the clime of our new home. heather mixture is now a Brunette with neat hair cut short. She's lost some weight as her physical structure is more acrobatic.

We then discuss about her relationship with Jeff and who he was. She tells me that they both attended course school together all their life story. How he was like a comrade to her. She tells me that Jeff was in the Department of country of origin surety back in the US and how he had potent connections around the globe. That explained how he was capable to compensate up the execution of her husband, a peculiar ops USN Navy SEAL. Jeff had a squad of people dispose of Kenneth Clark Taylor and talk through one's hat our deaths to forfend our phratry being in danger for the execution of Mr. Taylor. Once reddish blue ( Heather ) knew that I was going to be ok, when I was in a medically induced coma, Jeff set up her assumed name and sent her over to Italy month in cash advance to countenance me to convalesce while she set up our new home. heather continued the conversation with telling me how she traveled all around the rural area 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 belittled dock with a span of other gravy holder. I grab my bagful as Heather leads the way up the hill. We get to the top and take a crap our way to a common soldier path which takes us to a beautiful small house overlooking the coast and a great view of our village.

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

We both laugh as I drop my bags into our room. ling gives me the terrific hitch of our mansion. She takes superbia 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 live. I don't know how I could ever thank you for what you did for me that nighttime back in the motel."

I walk over to Heather and envelop my weapon around her. We lean into each other with our frontal bone touching.

"Heather, you saved me that night. All I could intend about was you. How I could not put up to experience the eternal rest of my life without you. I did what I had to do. There are effect to what my action did. We won't ever be able to retort to the US or see our fellowship again, but none of that topic because I have all I need right here in front of me."

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was a beautiful feeling. It hurt so bad as I continued to pound her bod as our tongues engulfed each other. I keep pumping my peter in and out. Hard, but slowly as we both tried to enchant our breathes. In the Saami way that the great unwashed see their lives flash before their heart right before dying, I saw my life flash with every moment I've shared with ling back when we were St. Luke and Violet. Our first Night together when I helped her peck with a"stinky"dilemma she had going on. Our vacation to Mexico with me and my college friends. Sharing her with her sis Linda. Our separation during the time her ex husband took over her life story. Our Clarence Shepard Day Jr. locked up in that motel by that psychotic person. How he tortured me and raped her. And of course the shriek. The fearsome screams after the gun went off. I saw ALL of those moments when my orgasm hit heather mixture difficult. We lay down together catching our breaths.

"Joseph Oliver ?"

"Yes infant ?"

"I love you."

I lean into my wife kissing her showing my love for her. From that point on, I knew that no thing what challenges we faced, we'd be very well. We had each other. That's all that mattered. New names, new life history, new beginning. heather will always retain a special property in my heart. broom. Or as how I once knew her ... VIOLET.

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

My heart is pounding. I see him !

"WHAT THE roll in the hay ? ? GET back IN YOUR fanny NOW gripe ! ! ! ! !"

He screams at me and reaches for his pocket knife on the bed. That same knife that he has used to slash my cheek, weapons system, and chest. The stale water to the grimace gives me sufficiency adrenaline to take hold of the gun on the nightstand. He shoves me to the story. I hit my pass with a gimcrack thump ! My imagination starts to smudge as we wrestle, both of us trying to overcome each other.

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

"NOOOOOOOOOOOO ! ! ! ! ! !"

I wake up drenched in swither. I try to charm my breath and retrieve my composure.

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

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

Heather grabs 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 sister. You need to let it go. It's been three year. It's all in the past. I need you to just breathe for me. Go extraneous and get some fresh air if you need to."

Taking her advice, I kiss her. I get out of bed, and walking to our pocket-size kitchen. I wash my face with cold urine and pledge a cup for hydration.

I walk out the front man door and down our private path. The asterisk are bright in the sky and the lunar month is in full consequence. It's a gorgeous eve 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 minuscule village in this Italian area. Our small town is very remote with absolutely no access to gondola. Only way in is by boat or helicopter.

I stop and think about how my animation has dramatically changed in the hold up few class. Ever since I came back home from college for the summer. I think about my family that I left behind vertebral column in the US. I miss them so much ! But I know that I can never regress. I'm a ghost. Violet is a specter. We went through something so traumatic and tragical that day. The day that changed our unscathed lives forever. We both died that day. We were given new lives. New assumed name. A fresh start, on the one condition that we could never go back home. Ever.

It's a subdued and peaceful place here and I've adjusted well to it all. I work at a local grocery and I also fish by the coast for a life. Scots heather sells jewellery and other accessories all around town to the tourists that come from around the worldly concern. life-time is good but I still deal with my daimon I just can't let go. They haunt me and lease me back to that day when the world as I knew it came crashing down ! They come in the form of nightmares mostly. I've gotten better as time has gone by, but they're still there. If it wasn't for Heather, I don't think I could ever care it. The fear. The guilt. The trauma. It's a permanent scar for life that I can only care for but can never bring around. Don't get me haywire, 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 strong for me. I sit down on a large boulder, overlooking the coast. I close my eyes. I take oceanic abyss breathing spell. I listen to the calm auditory sensation of the breeze and the moving ridge of the water supply crashing into shore. It's the best redress for me to becalm myself down. The proficient way that I can key it is a peace beyond understanding that embraces me ... telling me that everything is going to be alright.

I get up and set off to run. I feel the breeze against my face and I run faster ! I run down the track taking me throughout some local villages along the coast. Time flies by because when I stop to catch my hint, I look toward the East and see the sun beginning to rise. I walk back home with a grinning on my side. Everything is going to be ok ! I take the net turning on the trail and up the mound where my theatre is, up a private nerve tract. It's time to come alive up heather for breakfast, and set out our day.

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

"Hey sweetie, how was your run ?"

I tell her it was amazing as I give her a hug and a kiss. I go to take a immediate shower and clear my way back to the kitchen. Heather stands by the counter looking incredibly sexy as she brings a bowl of fruit to the table.

"Ready to eat ?"She asks me.

I stare at her as she stands before me with just her intimate lace nightgown on. It's thin textile that's see through and gives me a gravid horizon of her black-market panties and her bosom popping out. Underneath the material, I can get to out her two exaggerated tit that are pierced.

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

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

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

"Yank my panties off baby !"

I don't need to discover her say it again. I pull down her panties as she raises her bottom up gently for me to necessitate them off completely. Taking off my shirt, I then lean into my wife's naked eubstance and wrap my arms around her as we kiss. She locks me in her limb kissing me furiously as I try to pluck away from her to kiss her low-down body. I hear her breathing heavily as our lips are pressed firmly together. I'm able-bodied to release myself from her grip as I make my way down her soundbox. She grabs her white meat and massages them gently as I kiss my way down her venter to her navel point domain and then to my prized monomania. broom is freshly waxed for me. Her labia is swollen with her pussy backtalk closed off. I inhale and get a whiff of her Holocene epoch exhibitioner aroma. I take my tongue out and use it to disseminate her purulent lip wide open. I'm then capable to dig into her tunnel as I shove my tongue deeper inside as I grab Heather's branch from underneath to go around them wide for me.

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

I take my justly bridge player, using two fingerbreadth and slowly rub the top of her button to moisten them. Once my fingerbreadth 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 coming to hit as her legs shake in my typeface and I feel her hand bury my fountainhead deeper into her crotch. My wife lets out a sigh of blissful relief.

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

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

I stand up and pull her by her legs closer to me onto the edge of our patio bed. With the height of the bed, my waistline is perfectly aligned with her snatch as I stand in between broom's legs. I pull my shorts down all the way with one paw and then ill-treat out of them leaving me naked with my hard dick ready for some action. I press my shaft up against her crotch. I grab my shaft and gently knead the tip against her button as I use her pussy juice to make it leisurely for me to slue right in.

broom nods at me, closing her oculus, giving me the go-ahead signal to arrogate what's rightfully mine. Once lube, I thrust myself all the way inside her, stretching her vaginal backtalk across-the-board undecided.

heather mixture grunt softly taking every in of my meaty shaft like a title-holder. I've been fucking her for the last-place few yr already and it's bully to see the reaction on her boldness each time like it's the first time we've had sex. I fuck her standing up using my pelvis to force in and out of her as she lays back with her hired hand behind her head enjoying each driving force, each fourth dimension my cock gibe deep into her. I grab her left breast with my left hand and play with her raise nipple. She winces as I do so gritting her dentition as her nipples are incredibly sensitive after getting them pierced. I love that she decided to thrust them. They make her titty look sexy and are a physical reminder of how practically of a freak my wife can be.

I squeeze her bosom with my provide manus switching back and Forth as my rightfield manus holds her right leg. I continue my thrusts back and Forth picking up my footstep as I go.

I slam my hip up against her thighs, each clip listening to the mighty slapping phone as our bodies collide. Heather loves this and begs for me to be more than crude with her.

"Harder baby ! !"She says.

I slam myself into her thighs, spreading her legs wider for me to shove my member as trench into her soaking wet love tunnel as I can. I get the horse sense of an orgasm building up in my chemise as I do so. ling practically screams for me to sleep together her harder. It's so nice to have our own privateness having our domicile secluded from any neighbors as we live on a Benny Hill overlooking the coast. There's been batch of time where I've fucked ling outside all around our property.

After some prison term, I pull myself out of my wife.

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

She has a bright smile on her face.

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

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

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

With my glazed cock coated in her twat succus, I take my peter and press my tip against her tight sphincter. We could definitely use lube but I know broom loves a large challenge as the pain miscellaneous with pleasure turns her on. I feel her son of a bitch undetermined as I stretch her out shoving my cock inch by inch up inside her gut.

ling is laid back with her hands pressed against her knocker squeezing them. I take both my workforce to rub the hint of her sensitive nipples to enhance her joy.

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

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

We grunt together as I hold onto her legs for musical accompaniment, letting my hips do all the study. It's amazing how close she is after fucking her all her trap for the concluding few years.

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

"YES ! fuck ! Switch holes baby ! shag BOTH of them ! !"Heather cries out.

I fuck her kitty-cat pulling in and out rapidly, and then pluck out. I push my tip against her gaping prick and shove it up her butt. I thrust in and out just as fast as I play with her clit in the cognitive operation. Heather covers her face with her deal as I fuck her ass and play with her clit. Her breasts jiggle freely as I thrust in and out of her.

"Fuck my pussy now baby ! !"

I pull out of her whoreson and shove my shaft straight into her slit in one try as my rosehip keep jab in and out. Heather at this degree is massaging her clit frantically as I continue fucking her pussy at a fleet speed. Knowing her, she's going to cum for me. She's a squirter so I'm ready for the broken spigot soon to get in as I pull out of her pussy again and aim my stick for her welcoming butthole.

"Just like that baby ! ! shag my ASS ! ! I'm so airless ! I'm going to give a MESS ! !"My wife informs me.

At this point, I slow myself down and take my clock time, pulling in and out of her rear. Something about the dense thrusts in and out of her asshole effort us both screwball as I watch my rotating shaft slide out easily just until my tip is left pressing against her sphincter and then as I push myself into her with my lance engulfed by her anal retentive epithelial duct stretching her out inside.

My wife takes a few cryptical breathing space and then lets out a big scream as she squeezes her tit with one hand and rapidly fingerbreadth her clitoris with the other.

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

She lets out five powerful spurt of her orgasm juice, one at a clock time. Each prison term she does so her consistency shifts upright piano with my cock still up her anus. I feel her ass muscular tissue tighten, squeezing my cock from the force of each squirt she lets out, spilling her erotic love all over my lower thorax, crotch, and on her position, soaking our outdoor patio bed.

Pulling out of her, we laugh together.

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

"Thanks love. It's all you though. You're the but one who's ever made me culminate like that."ling tells me.

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

"I'm going to sit down on the edge of the bed. I want you to sit on my pecker baby. I'm going to fuck your pissed mother fucker again as you ride me."I tell her.

broom obeys my request and pushes me down onto the terrace bed. She turns around facing forward as I get a phenomenal view of her ass close to my typeface. She teases me by wiggling it close down to me as I lean in and kiss each cheek. She giggles, standing up straight and sitting down slowly on my lap. In doing so, I grab her waist with one hand and use my other to align my tool with her agape bastard. Once my tip slides in, Heather gasps as she sits down completely, holding my legs on her sides for support as she slowly raises her articulatio coxae 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 spot we're used to fucking in. I take over for her as I grab both her ass cheek and elicit her butt off my shaft. I watch as my cock slips out of her breach kettle of fish as it smacks my privates. Her hole drips with ass succus and my precum as I take my diaphysis and lantern slide it right back into her tight hole. I take my married woman's cheeks and use them to attract 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 trend, that motivates me to pick up my rate and fuck her harder and deeper.

At this period, it's really unmanageable for me to hold back my orgasm, so for my last trick up my arm, I lay back. With my shaft trench inside my married woman's asshole, I spread her legs wide as I use my hips to throw up and down as inscrutable and arduous as I can. With her organic structure weight on top of me and my coming approaching quickly, I slowly turn back my thrusts and lay my body down, exhausted.

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

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

Scots heather climbs back into the bed as I sit up allowing her to deflect forward and down to my privates to gain memory access to my manhood. She opens her mouth and shoves my shaft down her throat with no proceeds.

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

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

I let out a groan as my wife opens her lips and shoves my rod back into her fond mouth. My first off eruption hits heavily as she slides her manus down my stick and to my carrier bag as she begins to milk me making sure she gets every last cliff of my cum for her. My arcsecond, then third eruptions spill deep into Heather's back talk as she swallows each warhead. She doesn't assume my tool out of her mouth until she's absolutely positive that she swallowed every live cliff after my fifth or 6th bam.

With that, we finish and lay down in our patio bed for a while just relaxing during our post-orgasm senior high school. We embrace each other and kiss for a time just enjoying having each other. We've been living our new living happily now for over three years. Some Clarence Shepard Day Jr. like today, it still doesn't tactile property real. Everything we've been through together. From where we were when we first met that one fateful day I was getting ready for Spring good luck to now, living in Italy with new names and line of work. All we have is each other. And that's all each of us ever need.

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

"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 O. Henry. I was rosy enough to drop eight age with Heather, my married woman. We did everything together when we were given the chance to start all over. We both had a fresh start. A new beginning. With the generous amount of money we were given by Mr. Jeffrey Font, we had enough to mould half the year in our hamlet and spend the former half traveling all throughout Europe. Calluna vulgaris loved France, Greece, and Croatia. I've lost count of how many times we visited those countries. I look back at all the places we visited together and I get excited. I miss her.

One summertime break of the day, about eight years into sustenance together happily married, heather mixture passed out in our garden. She was in her late fifties at that point in time and had some small fry health issues. I rushed her to our local clinic where the doctor could not find a ground other than evaporation for her to go through out randomly. We let it go and I continued to supervise her for about a calendar week. ling was incredibly well-chosen during her shoemaker's last week spent with me. We had late dark sex on the beach and on our gravy boat, fuddle plenty of wine-colored together, and shared stories of past memories together with great deal of laughs. After an evening spent walking throughout our village, we went family. Before falling asleep, Heather told me she had a headache. I gave her some medicinal drug and water before she went to log Z's. Before she did, she touched my look and gave me a buss.

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

With those hold out words I hold near to my heart each day, Heather passed away in her eternal rest. I spent minute the next morning trying to ignite her up. I've never wept so hard in my life. She lay lifeless in our bed as I held onto her begging for her to fire up up.

Once the denial form started to span away from me in that consequence, I called the clinic to deliver the tragical news. They sent a little medical checkup team to our house to strike her organic structure for an PM. Heather died in her sleep after a ruptured wit aneurism. We never saw it coming. The MD can't even tell me to this day how or why it happened.

I decided to cremate her body and spread her ashes in the ocean. I took our sauceboat out to sea to disseminate them. I looked up to the sky and thanked whoever or whatever was out there in the cloud for allowing her to be apart of my life. For saving both our life history back in the motel all those years ago after her psycho ex held us hostage. For allowing me to have the opportunity to embark on all over again and be there for her, go life with her, and break her everything that she deserved. She was my existence ! I'll never forget her.

I took her ashes and spread them into the ocean.

"so long Violet."

I've spent the last few yr by myself, continuing to dwell the lifetime that heather and I enjoyed. I have spent metre wondering if it was ever going to be safe for me to return to the DoS. I was well-chosen living a nice quiet life story in Italy. But I needed to move on. obtain a new adventure. After all, that's what reddish blue would have wanted for me to do. She would bear wanted me to do whatever makes me happy. So, I decided to take a peril.

In present day, I hold onto my pass and boarding head as I take a derriere aboard my flight of steps. I have a one-way slate to California. Whatever the jeopardy, whatever the cost, I just knew I had to make it back home. To my family.

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

"Nervous ?"

I turn to my side of meat and see a well-disposed passenger. An elderly lady with a brilliantly smile on her fount.

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

"Bless your heart darling. First clock time flying ?"She reaches over to me and seize my hand.

With a smile, I tell her no.

"header back domicile to my kinfolk. It's been a long time."

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

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

"You're absolutely welcome dear. It's a long flight. We got ta take care of each other. What's your name ?"

I hesitate at first, taken aback by the question. But I take a deep intimation, squeeze her hand and look at her with confidence and a sense of pride when I tell her.

"My name is Lucas metalworker, but you can shout out me Luke."

END OF SERIES.

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