A pair time of day later, Jeff returns. He hands me a large yellow gasbag. I open it up to chance a new recommendation, mixer security telephone number, ID, and a prepaid phone. I open up my passport and see a fairly recent picture of me. The name reads"King Oliver George Lucas Porter."

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

I look at my phone and open up my contacts to find only one public figure.

"Heather P."

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

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

I spend the side by side four weeks in the hospital regaining my strength. I had to attend physical therapy academic term about three to four times each day. My doctor and therapist both had to help me try and digest on my two feet and keep me balanced the number one week. Then it was a matter of walking and completing sealed forcible employment to show that I had regained critical motor acquirement to function normally. After being in a coma for five months, lying in bed the whole time, my branch were weak to say the to the lowest degree. My whole body felt weak and frail. I did the best I could in the month of recovery to eat, realize weighting, and retrain my body to operate somewhat normally.

One sunrise, I take a good look at myself in the mirror, after attending a strong-arm therapy seance. I have scar on my nerve, down my chest, and my arms. They're a permanent monitor of the torture that Charles Joseph Clark put me through back at the motel. I have a new name and new indistinguishability now. But that will never loosen the past of who I was. My scars will always prompt me of who I was.

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

"Joseph Oliver, the day that Luke stab and killed Mr. President Taylor, it sparked and created outcome that can never be fixed. The impairment is done. To obviate paying the terms for what your actions did, you must leave and NEVER come back. A lot of hoi polloi were involved in faking the death of George Lucas Kelly Smith and giving you a new identity all while keeping a low-profile. THIS is the only way you can keep Luke's home safe. Do I build myself crystalise ?"

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

We arrive at the airfield. The SUV takes us to a individual hanger where I'm greeted by the survey of a private jet, two pilots, and a flight attendant. Jeff gives me a bag before we step out of the vehicle.

"You have all your authoritative document in this briefcase. Additionally, you have in here your bank entropy with routing numeral and access to an seaward news report we have given you to fund your permanent stay in Italy, your new home."

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

"Also Mr. King Oliver Porter, you will receive an automate text edition upon landing. It will bring out your new town of abidance and how to get there, most probable by train. Once you get to your last destination, you are to text the only if 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 questions.

"No sir."

Jeff extends his handwriting toward me.

"well then Mr. Joseph Oliver porter's beer, my oeuvre here is done. It's been a prerogative and I wish you the in force of luck in your newfound freedom."

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

I am soon greeted by the pilots and the cover girl flight attendant as I step onboard the aircraft, bound for Italy. I have my briefcase and a small baggage with some clothes. I get determine quickly onboard. It takes only minutes for the plane to taxi and reach the track. As we accelerate down the track and become airborne, I take a look out the window and see everything I'm leaving behind. So long USA.

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

I do a lot of inquiry on living in EC, the beautiful small town I'm supposed to move to, the bedrock of speaking Italian, etc. I am not able to slumber one bit. My Flight attendee onboard the aeroplane 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 epicurean ! My seat reclines into a bed and I have my own office space within my seating region. It's very private, and me feel crucial for some reason. On the exterior of my seating area, there's a couplet of sofa, early seats, as well as a miniskirt bar. Emily, my stewardess, has a prat near the front of the aircraft, close to the caboose where she preps my repast. We have conversations throughout the flight whenever she checks up on me.

"Can I get you anything Mr. Porter ?"

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

Eventually I step out of my carrel, as I like to call it, and make my way towards the back of the aircraft and to the miniskirt bar. I grab a beer from the fridge and sit down on the couch beside it. I push the yell button remote and signal for Emily to fare to me.

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

I ask her for a nursing bottle of Irish people whiskey and two spectacles. Emily returns momentarily and pours the whiskey in both deoxyephedrine.

"Is there a reason you wanted the redundant glass Mr. hall porter ?"she asks.

I smile at her and nod.

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

Emily kindly refrains from doing so saying she's on the job and in unvarying and all this former nonsense, but I try to win over her regardless to sit and pledge a goner with me.

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

I can see Emily is hesitating at get-go, but eventually she loosens her grip.

"Ok Oliver, just one drink."

I grab my glass and lift mine up with hers.

"Cheers."

We both drink the whiskey in one swig. Emily sits down beside me on the couch as we engage in conversation. I tell Emily as often as I can about who I was without revealing too many details. I don't give her my previous name or where I'm from for discretion. As a matter of fact, from what Emily has told me so far about her job, she works for a private ship's company that transports all sorting of people around the ball. Many have had hidden indistinguishability and false name as well. Some were government contracts and others were people in Witness Protection. Many she has transported workplace for the CIA and other government bureau. So without a doubt in my nous, I knew I could trust her with telling my storey, just without any public figure and location.

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

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

I think about it and shrug.

"Honestly, I don't know. I have a set of instructions and entropy 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 pedigree with ? Are you ever going to see her again ?"

It's a dandy question, but I don't even have an response to that because I don't know when I'm supposed to see her. I kept asking Jeff about Violet, but all he would order me is that she's alive and well. He hinted at me that I'd see her sooner than later.

Suddenly I hear a high-low gong from above. Emily gets up and walks toward the social movement of the plane.

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

I take a good look at my friendly stewardess. I never really noticed how beautiful she is. She wears on a tight gabardine collared shirt that hugs her medium sized breasts and a black miniskirt tie around her neck opening. On her chief, she wears a hostess hat which reminds me of something Navy crewman would have on. Emily has a tight mini skirt on with panty hose on and high heels. Her skirt does a marvelous job of showing how round and curvy her ass is. Emily looks to be in her early 1930s with blond hair 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 discipline 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 form to me. It feels skillful to be able to talk to someone about all the shit I've been through the conclusion year."

Emily stares at me with form centre and sympathy. With her sitting just inches from me, I eye her up and down really admiring her aspect. Her cleavage exposed to me and her crossed wooden leg showing me how thick her ass is from the sides. For the initiatory time in a prospicient fourth dimension, I'm feeling something I haven't felt since I've awoken from my coma : Blue Balls !

I'm capable to discreetly keep my erecting hidden without drawing any tending. However, Emily clearly sees me eyeing her and enjoying the view.

"King Oliver, you've been through so much pain sensation and woe. I can't imagine what you're feeling right now. I wish I could take away all the distress 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 manus. 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 count at the incontrovertible side of this and think that this is just a new adventure I'm about to commence. I'm a new man and this is a new beginning. So out with the old and in with the new."

Emily flashes a smile at me.

"I like that ! That's a neat way to guess of this post !"

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

"So Oliver, about this new adventure ... ..can I help you celebrate 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 miniskirt crew cupboard and pulls out her nightlong baggage. Inside of it, she reaches in and takes out a small pink bag.

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

"open air this for me sweetie ?"

I grab the pinko bag from Emily and unzip it. My eyes widen when I stare at the mental object of the bag. A bottle of lotion, safety, anal plug, lubricant, and perfume.

I'm speechless at first but I'm able to utter 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 human face and whisper,

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

With that, our lips touch and lock.

We start slow at kickoff until I feel Emily's tongue invade my mouth. We fondle and embrace each other as our tongues wrestle each other. My manpower reach down to her shank and reach below as I get a unspoilt feel of her house ass cheeks. My stewardess begins to grind herself on my crotch as I rub her ass. I feel her legs geological fault on each incline as she kicks off her hound. As I shove my tongue down Emily's throat, all I can consider about are my sensory faculty coming back to life ! The way her haircloth light touch on my face and neck. How she smells of lavender and coco palm oil. Her breathing spell tasting minty with the remnants of the whisky we both indulged. All the while thinking how horny I was at the same time ! Emily has my cock at the hardest it's been in months ! Oh the joy of being capable to satisfy my intimate impulse after such a tumid drouth ! 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 brook facing her.

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

I pull myself closer to her and begin to kiss her neck biting it gently as my custody begin to unbutton her shirt. Emily closes her eyes moaning softly enjoying the tickling mavin of my kisses and nibbling. I unbutton her shirt completely and deplumate it off exposing her white lacy bra. Reaching behind her back, my manpower swiftly find her straps. I hear the charming chink as her bra falls down onto the base. With her black tie still around her neck, I take a good feel at her naked breasts in awe. Emily has medium sized breasts that are chirpy with hardened mammilla. I stand staring at those beautiful globes in social movement of me. With a smile, she takes my hands and puts them up to her chest of drawers.

"Stop staring and taste them already."

Immediately I'm taken out of my trance. I sit back onto the couch behind me. Emily gets back onto my lap as I take her breasts and rub them back and Forth River against my face. I grab her left tit and proceed to gently work out her hardened tit. Emily continues to groan softly as I switch around licking each of her breasts and nipple. I find the courage, and bite them as I hold her John L. H. Down on my lap to hold her from squirming.

"Oh YES ! Oh YES King Oliver !"My stewardess encourages me to pick on her nipples. I proceed to knead her breasts for a little while as we continue to kiss and bosom each other. 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 perfect view of her panties and pantyhose. She gives me a side glance smile as she bends back down and slowly pulls off her slight dim scanty, exposing her bare ass and thick pussy lips. She tosses them to the English and backs her way into my face. I take my work force and smack them hard against the sides 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 cheek jiggle. She shakes her hindquarters in my face as she bends over bringing it close to my font giving me an amazing puff of her pussy and ass.

"gustation me Oliver."

I take my tongue and commence to eat the flexure of her clit as my nose is buried into her arse. I circle my knife around her outer cunt lips, eventually making its way up to her ass. I open Emily's ass wide as I can, allowing her to gape her delicious hole. With two fingers, I bury them rich into her ass causing her to gasp.

"YES ! fingerbreadth my sozzled ass !"

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

"finger's breadth THAT whoreson ! FUCK ! ! That's the topographic point ! ! !"

Emily takes control once again stepping forward away from me.

She reaches into her garden pink bag and pulls out her lube and goat stopper. She pours a generous amount of lube on her hired hand and then her plug. She reaches behind herself and slowly fingers her asshole. Emily lays back onto the couch and passes me her jade.

"Do me a party favour hun and put this fool up my ass please ?"

I didn't need to take heed her say THAT twice ! I grab her plug and align it with her dark puckered hole. Emily spreads her legs apart to make it easier for me. She spreads her asscheeks and gapes her hole allowing me to put the plug deep into her without any bother. With my mitt covered in lube, I lean into Emily and get to kiss her once again as I play with her clitoris. She groans as she pulls me close and kisses me enjoying the esthesis. Emily pulls me away.

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

Emily pulls my shirt off and tosses it to the side. She signals for me to resist up. She grabs my whack and unbuckles it. She then yanks down my trouser and underwear together, allowing my putz to finally stand at attention freely ! She takes a few irregular to look up to the size and feel of it. Emily then pushes me operose back into the lounge and climbs her way on top of me.

"I want you to just relax and look me in the eyes. Can you do that for me ?"I nod with lust as I watch Emily get back off of me and turn her stifle down onto the floor in front line of me. She takes her tongue and swivel it around my helmet. She licks my tip and slowly licks her way up and down my ray. I grunt enjoying the very familiar sensation of being licked like an ice cream cone. violet just loved doing that for me while she sucked me off. Oh how it's felt like years since we've finish seen each other ! Emily then begins to suck in me off slowly at start but increases her pacing bobbing her head 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 squeeze into my asshole !

"Oh bullshit ! What the nooky ? ?"

Emily continues to bob her school principal up and down faster chocking on her saliva with my precum. Emily releases her oral fissure from my prick to find some air. She smirks at me catching her breath.

"Do you like this ?"

I shake my nous 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 lip make way to my testicle. She engulfs my entire carrier bag into her sassing 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 flying Attendant is ! Emily then cream my ball sack all the way up to my shaft. She does this for a few minutes until I'm unable to handle the post any thirster.

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

She pulls her fingerbreadth out of my ass jerks me off intensely ! As soon as her mouth touch the tip of my cock, I erupt and run out my massive cargo down her throat ! This being my first orgasm in almost six calendar month, I'm shocked to see the quantity of jizz shooting out of me into Emily's lip ! And she takes ALL of it, struggling to restrain from spitting some out.

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

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

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

She playfully shoves me as she stands up.

"Can I get you some body of water ?"

I nod as I start to feel the thirst kicking in. I watch her walk away to the galley to get us some drinks. She's completely naked only leaving on her black-market tie around her neck opening and her pantyhose. I look at the glistening hindquarters sparking 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 shaft up interior of her. Before she can start riding me, we hear the Captain make an announcement on the PA.

"Just a psyche up Emily and Oliver, we're about to enter a storm with hold in to grave turbulence, so please sit down and buckle up until we turn off the seat belt mark giving you the all-clear that it's prophylactic to locomote about the cabin."

We hear a mellow chime as the chieftain illuminates the seatbelt sign.

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

That's when my mentality gets a scant incandescent lamp idea.

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

Emily's oculus widen with excitement.

"I'm totally up for that !"

She begins to grind her hip joint on me as she slowly jump to rebound on my dick. She slowly rides my shaft bouncing up and down, keeping my dick hardened inside her. A few second pass and suddenly the carpenter's plane shakes with keen force-out. I grab onto Emily's waist for funding, keeping her steady on top of me so she doesn't dusk. The carpenter's plane begins to bump around up and down aggressively. The upheaval was definitely risky than hold. I continue to retain onto Emily as the aeroplane bounces up and down. With the Sturm und Drang shaking the plane, Emily shifts up and down on my cock. We both moan together enjoying the feeling of Mother Nature doing the employment for us.

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

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

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

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

With the assistant of the upheaval, I'm able to take over. I pull her finisher to me as I begin to shake my soundbox up and down increasing my pace. Emily begs for me to fuck her faster as I enjoy the sounds of her sidesplitter and my gumshoe clapping her cheeks.

"shtup ! ! !"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 Joseph Oliver ! And the Sturm und Drang ? ? Incredible ! !"

We catch our intimation once more. I was on the verge of cumming again so my dick stayed hard. Emily lays down on the cast catching her hint. I glance down at her au naturel sweaty soundbox. Her shining plug caught my attention once again.

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

Emily gives me a ill-gotten smile.

"Go for it !"

I slowly reach for her fire hydrant. I pull it out very slowly until it completely emerges exposing Emily's gaping dickhead.

"filling me up !"

I grab her and lean her back into the niche of the couch and spread her legs widely apart. With one knee joint on the floor and the other on the end of the couch, I grab my putz and easily insert it whole into her asshole. Emily's eyes widen as she gasps.

"FUCK !"

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

"C'mon Oliver ! fucking my tight asshole dude ! I'm not afraid of that big shaft of yours in my butthole ! piece of tail ME HARDER ! !"

As I continued to Irish punt this horny hostess in the ass, I grab her breasts and burn down hard on her nipples causing her to squall even more ! My second coming being moments away, I then pull my dick out and shove the entireness of it into her pussy as I release my second load deep into Emily.

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

My second lading was almost as big as my commencement ! As soon as I'm empty, I pull out of her and stand up.

"Taste my seed you stewardess whore !"

I reach into her cunt and dig the end of my load out of her. Emily grabs my paw and shoves my fingerbreadth in her mouth licking up my tinder.

"Hmmm, so toothsome you are."

With that, Emily stands up and kisses me.

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

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

Emily cleans herself up as she prepares the aircraft for arrival. I'm capable to wash up and clean our arena up while we start our descent into Italia. metre flies when you're having a keen sentence !

As soon as the steering wheel touch the flat coat, I receive an automate text message."WELCOME TO Genova, ITALY ! NEXT STOP FOR YOU MR. William Sydney Porter IS VERNAZZA"it reads.

I look up the placement on my phone using the maps. The fastest way to get there is by train. From the looks of it, the train station is a few blocks from the airport and has regular serving to and from the region of Vernazza. The future train leaf in about 45 minutes. Once the planing machine is completely stopped and parked at the hangar, Emily opens up the main cabin doorway and the flight pack of cards door for the pilot burner.

She makes an announcement on the PA,

"Welcome to Genova 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 pilots are in muckle of us. If only they knew about her little"festivity"she did for me.

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

I say my thanks to both archetype for the safe trajectory and take a crap my way into the hangar which leads to a pocket-sized terminal.

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

"Mr. O. Henry ?"He asks me as he sees me staring at the star sign for a piffling bit.

I greet him as he tells me that he is my transferral to the train station. I thank him as he helps me with my bags to the taxicab. As we drive along the slide of Italy, I stare at the promising and acquit blue devil 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 ride to the train place as it was about a 15 minute drive away from the airport, not a few block as I initially thought it to be. We arrive at the station and Mr. Roberto helps me with my bags into the place.

"geartrain 7 will come shortly and will take you to Vernazza."

"Thank you Mr. Roberto for your forgivingness and help."I hand him a tip in immediate payment for his cordial reception. We part ways as I wait for my wagon train to subscribe me to my new base.

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

The drive took just under two hr. I look at the name of the caravan closure I'm instructed to get off at. I grab my base and question to the entrance hall area of the station. I remember Jeff's instructions about texting the entirely contact on my phone. I text"ARRIVED"to a"Calluna vulgaris P."on my phone. I'm still confused as to who this heather is. Is she a tour guide ? A local villager who happens to screw Jeff ? Almost immediately, my phone vibrates and receives a response."I'll be there shortly."

About an hr of waiting, I'm almost ready to foretell this Heather person. It's been a prospicient journey getting here and all I wanted to do in my new household is to get a nice meal and some sleep.

"Mr. Porter ?"

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

"violet ? ?"

With rip in her eyes, violet embraces me.

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

As Violet holds onto me with affectionately life, I'm finally able to let reality drop in and I lean into her and plant a kiss on her mild back talk. We kissed passionately for some time holding each other, trying to make the moment in conclusion. Finally, we're able-bodied to let go of each other.

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

She helps with my bagful as we walk together out of the train place and outside. She has a vehicle ready for us with a driver. We get in, and the driver takes us out of the metropolis surface area and drives along the sea-coast. Violet and I are greeted by dramatic sentiment of the coast with beautiful water, hills and lush park vale, and architecture of surrounding small town and Town. reddish blue holds my deal in the car as we stay quiet enjoying the views. After about a one-half hour drive, the driver pulls off onto a face road which takes us down to a little small town near the beach. He makes another routine and drop us off along a secluded wharf.

"Grazie signora !"Violet tells the driver as she tips him. We get out of the fomite and walk along the pier that is lined up with small boats. violet takes me to a diminished boat and loads up my material onto it. I noticed in minuscule black lettering the name"ostiary"on the side of the boat.

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

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

"Yes indeed we are darling. Please provide me to introduce myself to you Oliver. My name is broom. broom Cole Albert Porter ... .your wife."

heather reaches over and kisses me.

All of this feels surreal ! !

"well nice to officially converge you Heather."

I give her a kiss back.

broom unties our boat from the dock, and begins to channelize us across the Ligurian Sea harbor to a secluded Village where our habitation is located.

We spend time catching up with our lives. Heather has changed a lot since we've lastly seen each other, the horrifying night we had at the motel. Her skin is darker with a better tan from the mood of our new rest home. Heather is now a Brunette with straightforward hair's-breadth cut suddenly. She's lost some weighting as her body is more athletic.

We then discuss about her relationship with Jeff and who he was. She tells me that they both attended grade schooling together all their lives. How he was like a brother to her. She tells me that Jeff was in the Department of Homeland certificate back in the US and how he had powerful connections around the earth. That explained how he was capable to extend up the murder of her hubby, a especial ops navy Seal. Jeff had a squad of people dispose of Mark Clark President Taylor and fake our death to invalidate our families being in danger for the murder of Mr. Taylor. Once Violet ( Heather ) knew that I was going to be ok, when I was in a medically induced coma, Jeff set up her alias and sent her over to Italy months in advance to provide me to recover while she set up our new household. 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 wharfage with a duo of early gravy boat. I grab my traveling bag as Heather leads the way up the hill. We get to the top and pee our way to a private course which takes us to a beautiful small house overlooking the coast and a great view of our settlement.

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

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

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

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

"Heather, you saved me that nighttime. All I could imagine about was you. How I could not stand to live the rest of my liveliness without you. I did what I had to do. There are upshot to what my legal action did. We won't ever be able to return to the US or see our families again, but none of that issue because I have all I need right here in battlefront of me."

Heather and I leaned closer. We shared a rich passionate osculation as husband and married woman.

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

"Make beloved to me babe. I want you deeper in me !"Scots heather cried.

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

My hands rub her soundbox all over. From her breasts with her newly pierced nipples, all the way down her waistline. I massage her strong sweaty body as I thrust my shaft in and out of her pussycat. Once I hit my orgasm, Heather began to scream.

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

It was a beautiful spirit. It hurt so bad as I continued to Lebanese pound her flesh as our knife engulfed each other. I keep pumping my cock in and out. Hard, but slowly as we both tried to becharm our breathes. In the same way that the great unwashed see their lives flash before their oculus right before dying, I saw my life wink with every moment I've shared with heather mixture back when we were Luke and Violet. Our outset Nox together when I helped her trade with a"shitty"dilemma she had going on. Our vacation to United Mexican States with me and my college friends. Sharing her with her baby Linda. Our separation during the fourth dimension her ex hubby took over her life. Our sidereal day locked up in that motel by that psychotic person. How he tortured me and raped her. And of course the howler. The atrocious screeching after the gun went off. I saw ALL of those here and now when my coming hit Heather hard. We lay down together catching our breaths.

"Oliver ?"

"Yes baby ?"

"I love you."

I lean into my wife kissing her showing my making love for her. From that point on, I knew that no matter what challenges we faced, we'd be all right. We had each former. That's all that mattered. New name, new animation, new beginnings. Calluna vulgaris will always hold a special home in my heart. Scots heather. Or as how I once knew her ... VIOLET.

THREE twelvemonth LATER ... ... ....

My inwardness is pounding. I see him !

"WHAT THE FUCK ? ? GET vertebral column IN YOUR butt NOW BITCH ! ! ! ! !"

He screams at me and reaches for his pocket tongue on the bed. That same tongue that he has used to slash my impudence, arms, and chest. The coldness water to the face gives me adequate adrenaline to grab the gun on the nightstand. He shoves me to the storey. I hit my top dog with a cheap clump ! My visual modality starts to film over as we wrestle, both of us trying to defeat each other.

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

"NOOOOOOOOOOOO ! ! ! ! ! !"

I wake up drenched in sweat. I try to enamor my breath and find 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 Saame fucking nightmare all over again ! I can't quietus ! !"

heather mixture seize me and embracement 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 babe. You need to let it go. It's been three years. It's all in the past times. I need you to just breathe for me. Go outside and get some fresh air if you need to."

Taking her advice, I kiss her. I get out of bed, and paseo to our little kitchen. I wash my face with frigidity water system and wassail a cup for hydration.

I walk out the front door and down our secret path. The stars are bright in the sky and the moon is in full upshot. It's a gorgeous evening as the lunar month 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 Greenwich Village in this Italian part. Our village is very remote with absolutely no entree to machine. Only way in is by boat or helicopter.

I stop and think about how my life has dramatically changed in the stopping point few years. Ever since I came back home from college for the summer. I think about my kin that I left behind backrest in the US. I miss them so much ! But I know that I can never return. I'm a touch. violet is a ghostwriter. We went through something so traumatic and tragic that day. The day that changed our wholly lives forever. We both died that day. We were given new lives. New assumed name. A fresh scratch, on the one condition that we could never go back home. Ever.

It's a quiet and peaceful place here and I've adjusted well to it all. I work at a local grocery store and I also fish by the coast for a living. heather mixture sells jewelry and other accessary all around town to the tourists that come from around the macrocosm. Life is good but I still handle with my fiend I just can't let go. They haunt me and claim me back to that day when the human beings as I knew it came crashing down ! They come in the cast of incubus 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 handle it. The fear. The guilt. The injury. It's a permanent wave scar for lifespan that I can only treat but can never heal. Don't get me haywire, she needs me just as much as I need her. What we both went through that day ... I'm surprised she's been so strong for me. I sit down on a large boulder, overlooking the coast. I close my center. I take deep breathing place. I listen to the calm sounds of the cinch and the waves of the water crashing into shore. It's the best remedy for me to calm myself down. The best way that I can describe it is a peace beyond understanding that embraces me ... telling me that everything is going to be alright.

I get up and begin to run. I feel the breeze against my face and I run faster ! I run down the trail taking me throughout some local villages along the seacoast. Time fly by because when I stop to catch my breath, I look toward the East and see the sun beginning to rise. I walk back plate with a smile on my look. Everything is going to be ok ! I take the final turn on the trail and up the James Jerome Hill where my house is, up a private pathway. It's fourth dimension to stir up up Heather for breakfast, and bulge out our day.

I get back home 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 take a nimble shower and make 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 suggest lace nightgown on. It's thin stuff that's see through and gives me a capital survey of her pitch-black panties and her white meat popping out. Underneath the material, I can nominate out her two enlarged nipples that are pierced.

I step closer to my wife and bring my script down to her crotch. She closes her eyes and softly groan as I lean closer to kiss her cervix. 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 furniture. I place Heather on the outdoor terrace bed in our garden. It's a beautiful setting for us to get to love and get downright kinky. heather mixture lays back and rips off her nightgown easily, exposing her defenseless breasts.

"Northerner my pantie off baby !"

I don't need to hear her say it again. I pull down her pantie as she raises her bottom up gently for me to pack them off completely. Taking off my shirt, I then lean into my wife's naked body and wrap my subdivision around her as we kiss. She locks me in her implements of war kissing me furiously as I try to attract away from her to kiss her frown body. I hear her breathing heavily as our back talk are pressed firmly together. I'm able to release myself from her grip as I make my way down her dead body. She grabs her knocker and massages them gently as I kiss my way down her venter to her navel area and then to my prized possession. Calluna vulgaris is freshly waxed for me. Her labia is swollen with her pussy lips closed off. I inhale and get a puff of her Holocene epoch shower aroma. I take my tongue out and use it to spread out her pussy lips wide open. I'm then capable to dig into her tunnel as I shove my clapper deeper inside as I grab Heather's legs from underneath to go around them wide-cut for me.

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

I take my right hired man, using two finger's breadth and slowly rub the top of her clit to dampen them. Once my finger's breadth are wet and lubricated, I insert them slowly inside her slit as I continue to eat my married woman for breakfast. It doesn't take long for her orgasm to hit as her leg shake in my side and I feel her hand bury my head deeper into her genitals. My wife lets out a sigh of blissful relief.

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

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

I stand up and pull up her by her legs closer to me onto the sharpness of our patio bed. With the height of the bed, my waist is perfectly aligned with her kitty as I stand in between Heather's branch. I pull my shorts down all the way with one hand and then ill-treat out of them leaving me naked with my tough cock ready for some action at law. I press my shaft up against her private parts. I grab my beam of light and gently massage the tip against her clit as I use her pussy succus to make it tardily for me to slither right in.

Heather nods at me, closing her eyes, giving me the go-ahead signal to claim what's rightfully mine. Once greased, I thrust myself all the way inside her, stretching her vaginal lips wide outdoors.

broom grunts softly taking every in of my meaty cock like a title-holder. I've been fucking her for the last few years already and it's swell to see the reaction on her face each time like it's the first time we've had sex. I fuck her standing up using my hips to thrust in and out of her as she lays back with her hands behind her header enjoying each push, each prison term my tool slams deep into her. I grab her left titty with my left mitt and play with her put up 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 pierce them. They make her boob look aphrodisiacal and are a strong-arm reminder of how much of a monster my wife can be.

I squeeze her breast with my left handwriting switching back and forth as my ripe hand holds her the right way leg. I continue my thrusts back and Forth River picking up my gait as I go.

I slam my hips up against her thighs, each time listening to the mighty slapping auditory sensation as our bodies collide. Heather loves this and begs for me to be more approximative with her.

"Harder baby ! !"She says.

I slam myself into her second joint, spreading her branch wider for me to shove my member as bass into her soaking wet dear tunnel as I can. I get the signified of an orgasm building up in my dismissal as I do so. Heather practically screams for me to sleep together her harder. It's so skillful to have our own seclusion having our home secluded from any neighbors as we live on a Benny Hill overlooking the slide. There's been plenty of times where I've fucked Heather outside all around our property.

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

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

She has a bright smile on her face.

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

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

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

With my bright cock coated in her pussy juice, I take my shaft and insistency my tip against her stiff sphincter. We could definitely use lubricating substance but I know Scots heather loves a large challenge as the hurting mixed with joy turns her on. I feel her arse afford as I stretch her out shoving my shaft of light inch by inch up inside her guts.

broom is laid back with her hands pressed against her knocker squeezing them. I take both my hands to rub the crown of her sensitive tit to enhance her pleasure.

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

Once my pecker is completely swallowed up by her loaded back room access, I thrust slowly in and out of her hole stretching her out.

We grunt together as I hold onto her peg for documentation, letting my coxa do all the workplace. It's amazing how tight she is after fucking her all her fix for the last few years.

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

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

I fuck her puss pulling in and out rapidly, and then rive out. I push my tip against her gaping asshole and shove it up her butt. I thrust in and out just as fast as I play with her clit in the process. Heather covers her nerve with her bridge player 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 asshole and shove my diaphysis straight into her pussy in one try as my hips keep poking in and out. Heather at this point is massaging her clitoris frantically as I continue fucking her pussy at a Swift velocity. Knowing her, she's going to cum for me. She's a water pistol so I'm ready for the break away faucet soon to arrive as I pull out of her cunt again and aim my stick for her welcoming butthole.

"Just like that baby ! ! Fuck my ASS ! ! I'm so close ! I'm going to name a jam ! !"My married woman informs me.

At this degree, I slow myself down and take my clip, pulling in and out of her arse. Something about the slow stab in and out of her asshole drives us both crazy as I watch my shaft sliding board out easily just until my tip is left pressing against her sphincter and then as I push myself into her with my shaft engulfed by her anal canal stretching her out inside.

My wife takes a few mysterious breather and then lets out a big scream as she squeezes her tit with one deal and rapidly finger her clit with the other.

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

She lets out five hefty spurt of her orgasm juice, one at a time. Each time she does so her body teddy upright with my rooster still up her anus. I feel her ass muscular tissue tighten, squeezing my prick from the military unit of each squirt she lets out, spilling her love all over my lower berth chest, genital organ, and on her face, soaking our outdoor patio bed.

Pulling out of her, we laugh together.

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

"Thanks love life. It's all you though. You're the only one who's ever made me climax like that."broom 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 interchange things up again.

"I'm going to sit down on the edge of the bed. I want you to sit on my shaft baby. I'm going to be intimate your stiff asshole again as you ride me."I tell her.

Scots heather obeys my request and pushes me down onto the terrace bed. She turns around facing forward as I get a phenomenal opinion of her ass close to my face. She teases me by wiggling it close to me as I lean in and kiss each cheek. She giggles, standing up straight and sitting down slowly on my lap. In doing so, I grab her shank with one helping hand and use my other to align my cock with her gaping dickhead. Once my tip slides in, broom gasps as she sits down completely, holding my legs on her sides for support as she slowly raises her hips up and down. I feel my cock stretchability her asshole out as I fill her up deep as I can go. My wife grunt loudly as she bounces up and down on my rod. We both enjoy this as it's not a typical stead we're used to fucking in. I take over for her as I grab both her ass cheek and raise her posterior off my lance. I watch as my cock slips out of her gaping hole as it smacks my crotch. Her hole trickle with ass juice and my precum as I take my shaft and slide it right back into her squiffy mess. I take my wife's impudence and use them to displume her ass up and down my rod as I'm in control. She moans and grunt begging for more, telling me she's going to cum again if I continue doing what I'm doing. Of line, that motivates me to plunk up my pace and fuck her harder and deeper.

At this head, it's really difficult for me to hold back my orgasm, so for my last magic trick up my sleeve, I lay back. With my tool abstruse inside my wife's asshole, I spread her legs wide as I use my hips to lunge up and down as cryptic and heavily as I can. With her body weight on top of me and my orgasm approaching quickly, I slowly intercept my thrusts and lay my organic structure down, exhausted.

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

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

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

"Mmmmmm ...."She grunt with my shaft in her mouth telling me she loves the flavor of her son of a bitch and slit succus.

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

I let out a groan as my wife opens her lips and shoves my rod back into her warm mouth. My first eruption hits intemperate as she slides her hand down my stick and to my sack as she begins to milk me making sure she gets every conclusion drop of my cum for her. My second, then third eruptions spill deep into Calluna vulgaris's lip as she swallows each load. She doesn't take my peter out of her lip until she's absolutely positive that she swallowed every last drop after my twenty percent or sixth outbreak.

With that, we finish and lay down in our terrace bed for a spell just relaxing during our post-orgasm high. We embrace each other and kiss for a meter just enjoying having each other. We've been living our new sprightliness happily now for over three years. Some days like today, it still doesn't feel existent. Everything we've been through together. From where we were when we first met that one calamitous day I was getting ready for Spring Break to now, living in Italy with new names and occupations. All we have is each other. And that's all each of us ever need.

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

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

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





••••••••EPILOGUE•••••••••

And so that's my report. It's been 12 years since I took my new personal identity as Oliver Porter. I was fortunate enough to spend eight days with heather, my married woman. We did everything together when we were given the opportunity to start all over. We both had a impudent start. A new beginning. With the generous quantity of money we were given by Mr. Jeffrey face, we had enough to work out half the yr in our village and spend the other half traveling all throughout Europe. heather mixture loved France, Ellas, and Croatia. I've lost count of how many times we visited those countries. I look back at all the topographic point we visited together and I get emotional. I miss her.

One summertime morning, about eight twelvemonth into living together happily married, Heather passed out in our garden. She was in her recent fifty dollar bill at that full point in meter and had some minor health issuing. I rushed her to our local clinic where the Doctor of the Church could not determine a intellect other than dehydration for her to put across out randomly. We let it go and I continued to monitor her for about a week. ling was incredibly felicitous during her stopping point week spent with me. We had belatedly night sex on the beach and on our boat, drank plenty of wine together, and shared chronicle of retiring memories together with scads of joke. After an level spent walking throughout our village, we went house. Before falling asleep, Heather told me she had a headache. I gave her some medicine and water before she went to catch some Z's. Before she did, she touched my nerve and gave me a kiss.

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

With those net words I hold near to my center each day, Heather passed away in her sleep. I spent hours the next morning time trying to arouse 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 rouse up.

Once the denial phase started to swing out away from me in that moment, I called the clinic to cede the tragical news. They sent a small health check squad to our menage to take away her body for an autopsy. Heather died in her sleep after a bust encephalon aneurism. We never saw it coming. The doctors can't even tell me to this day how or why it happened.

I decided to cremate her body and spread her ash in the ocean. I took our gravy holder out to sea to scatter 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 animation back in the motel all those years ago after her psychotic ex held us surety. For allowing me to have the chance to set off all over again and be there for her, live life with her, and grant her everything that she deserved. She was my world ! I'll never forget her.

I took her ash tree and spread out them into the ocean.

"Goodbye Violet."

I've spent the lowest few years by myself, continuing to live the sprightliness that Heather and I enjoyed. I have spent clip wondering if it was ever going to be prophylactic for me to return to the State Department. I was happy living a skillful quiet life in Italy. But I needed to move on. Find a new escapade. After all, that's what Violet would have wanted for me to do. She would cause wanted me to do whatever makes me happy. So, I decided to demand a risk.

In submit day, I hold onto my passport and boarding pass as I take a seat aboard my trajectory. I have a one-way ticket to California. Whatever the risk of exposure, whatever the cost, I just knew I had to ready it back domicile. 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 well-disposed passenger. An elderly madam with a shiny grinning on her face.

"Oh uh ... yeah just a short bit."I tell her with a nervous gag.

"Bless your heart darling. First metre flying ?"She reaches over to me and grabs my helping hand.

With a grinning, I tell her no.

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

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

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

"You're absolutely receive dear. It's a long flight. We got ta consume guardianship of each other. What's your name ?"

I hesitate at foremost, taken aback by the motion. But I take a thick breathing space, tweet her mitt and look at her with confidence and a common sense of pridefulness when I tell her.

"My name is Lucas Ian Smith, but you can visit me Luke."

END OF SERIES.

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