This is very much the continuation of Book 1, which has been reposted. If you didn't read it, I don't think this one will make sense to you. If you were one of those who want sex and don't want religious overtones, give this one a pass. This is for those who enjoyed that Brad and Karen and wanted "the rest of the story."
While on a road trip during the fall season, a mother and son visit a mysterious festival and confront their deepest, most forbidden desires. / (Reviews)
An Uncle Bob Story Chrissy wants her uncle to teach her how to do the massages her mother raves about. She watches him do one, but wants to know what it feels like too. She gets rubbed everywhere and things heat up even more when she and her brother see another kind of massage her uncle and their mother are doing. / (Reviews)
Derrick suddenly found himself supporting the emotional needs of his mother who had two tragedies in the same year. He also found himself giving comfort and pleasure to his favorite cousin. Then, that girl he met at the dance came along and made life even better. Third place: Golden Clitorides 2006 as Classic Clitoride.
When an attractive mature professional woman who has endured years of frustration discovers her son masturbating with her underwear she is shocked but at the same time aroused. The sexual tension builds until it can no longer be contained. Can mother and son contain their suppressed desires? Of course they can't; and now that sister has moved home she becomes entangled in their incestuous romp.
Fall of the Kingdom Running away from the elder's order to marry, two youths come across a trail of devastation. The Black has come, and with it the fall of the Kingdom. That is, unless they can bring the survivors from the burnt and ruined village the Black has passed through to the town ahead so they can stop the invasion in it's tracks. / (Reviews)
I wasn't looking for a woman. I still wanted my beloved wife back. What happened at the cemetery was not at all what I expected. I will admit I am a romantic at heart. My stories are like that. It's just me.