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For those who have not read the stories of “Family Get Together”, chapters 1-6, please take the time to do so, it is the intro to this very lustfull adventure, and will explain much of the situation described in this second eddition to the tale of pleasure, lust and fulfillment. It has been a year since my visit to Seattle, the memories of my brother Wade and his wife, as well as Arisol still haunt me, the temptations of the flesh had overtaken me during the visit. Though, finding out that I was indeed adopted was more comfort than shock, at least all of the wild abandoned sexual escapades had not been truly incest, no matter what the law said. Enough said about the past…As I said, it has been a year and many things change in that vast span of time. Firstly my wife of several decades, whom I never had the fortitude to tell of the real things that happened during my visit died, less than three months after my return. The car crash, needless to say was tragic, my life turned upside down with the devastation of the loss. I found solace only in not having to have confessed my transgressions, though I still miss our warm friendship and bond. More than that had changed, the art business was doing well, actually better than well; it provided a six digit income this year, one a significance to me, since I had worked an hourly low paying job for so many years prior to this. At that I had to quit my regular job to keep up with the demands of both the sculptures and drawings, build a new shop with high ceilings, and power winches to accommodate the ever increasing size of the works being requested and sold. On the Seattle end of the equation things had changed as well. Aaron, the middle brother now resides in a state controlled facility 24/7…yep a jail cell. He had been caught red handed “corrupting a minor” and “statutory rape”. As I have long said “What goes around, comes around.” Wade’s father-in-law died a month after istanbul travesti my wife, so he and Mako moved to Japan to care for her mother and take care of family affairs. They plan no return to the U.S. , apparently Wade’s perversions fit well there too. That leaves us with the good changes; Arisol had finished another year at the University and remained living in the house on Queen Anne Hill. Sally had divorced and moved into the vacated garage apartment that Arisol had been in during my visit, Arisol had moved in to the main house, apparently a great arrangement for both young ladies. The adventures I had gotten emails about were enough to bring me to arousal in short order. All-in-all, I was more than ready for a trip to the coast when it came time to renew my contract with the gallery. It could have been done via the mail, but I really looked forward to visiting again with my sweet (kind of) niece. I made reservations and arrangements, leaving the return date open, in case I needed more (or less) time there. The thought had crossed my mind to relocate to Seattle , for many reasons other than the economic, not to mention the sexual ones, but hadn’t decided as yet. The only real drawback to moving was that my daughter and her three wonderful kids would still be in the Midwest, and I wouldn’t get to see them very often, but for now that took a second seat compared to the thought of fucking Arisol again, and again, and again Since Arisol had also realized the time of renewal was coming up her emails seemed as if she were looking forward to my return visit, and perhaps the renewal of our sexual pleasures. One particular email went on and on about how she wanted to feel my big thick ten inches again banging her to orgasm over and over. In her ravings, she proudly boasted of now being able to truly deep throat it, I hadn’t told her that I had been taking an herbal supplement providing male istanbul travestileri enhancement for six months, I figured it would be a BIG surprise. She was sitting pretty comfortably with the house paid for, netting over 60 grand from the sales commission of my artwork, but I fully believed that she deserved it, after all I had made half a mil + and most of that was due to her sales work, she seemed to have a way with the male customers *chuckle* I knew what it was, but we didn’t talk about it. I shipped the last two pieces of sculpture by truck on Monday, boarded my flight on Thursday night. Arisol was to pick me up at Sea-Tac Friday morning and we could go directly to the delivery destination of the works, apparently the customer wanted to meet me in person if possible. She lived in Kent, a not too distant town between Seattle and Sea-Tac, it would work out perfectly. The flight went uneventfully, even with the new security procedures at the airports I managed to get on and off with little delay. After a brief layover in Salt Lake City , it was non-stop to Seattle/Tacoma Airport (AKA: SeaTac). The flight was only about ten minutes late, but not too shabby for traveling by air these days. My row was one of the first to disembark, and I soon found myself in the mass confusion of Sea-Tac’s Arrival gate area. I searched visually for a sign as to which way to go, not figuring that I would see anyone I knew till I got to the baggage claim area. I figured….WRONG, standing at the end of one of the ropes at my gate was fair Arisol, beautiful as ever, her smile gave evidence that she recognized me as well. I walked as quickly over to the rope as the mass of people would allow, and as I got to the opening where she was standing she jumped up and wrapped her muscular legs around my torso, filling my mouth with hers in a crushing blow. Her tongue immediately went into my mouth, French kissing me as travesti istanbul if she wanted more than a kiss, right there in the airport. I returned the kiss only briefly, got her back to her feet and gave her that look, the same one as when she crossed the line a year earlier in the restaurant. She only giggled before saying “Hi, I’m sure glad you’re here at last, we’ve got some catching up to do” and giggled naughtily again. She took me by the hand and we walked towards the tram that would carry us to the baggage claim. We didn’t talk much, only glanced over at each other as the throng of people would allow us to take our focus from the path, so to speak. We got to the claim area and caught a break, the luggage from my flight was just starting to come out of the shoot onto the carousel. We quickly retrieved my suitcase, and waited for the folio to come forth. On about the second wave of baggage it appeared and I snatched it from the moving carousel. Arisol extended the handle of my suitcase and started for the door, me following close behind with the large art folio, yep the same one that had been so lucky for me a year earlier. As we got outside she gazed towards the curb, I thought to myself, surely she didn’t just leave it here, but I soon found out the reason for being here rather than in the parking garage. She moved to the second tier of vehicles double lining the traffic area and found her SUV sitting in wait for us. As I rounded the minivan blocking my view of it I was literally knocked over by Sally, she jumped me much the same as Arisol had in the terminal, and ran her tongue down my throat equally. I dropped the folio and wrapped my arms around her, slid my hands down onto her still nicely shaped ass and squeezed the cheeks once before setting her down as well. She smiled and said “Welcome back.” I didn’t have a chance to reply, Arisol had already tossed my bags into the back of the SUV as Sally moved to the driver’s door, Arisol moved to the passenger side and held the back side door open for me to enter, which I did. She said “Slide it over, I’m sittin’ with you.” I slid to the driver’s side of the back seat and she bounded into the seat, slamming the door behind her.