When Danielle Stuart meets the Baumgartners, her life doesn't need to get any more complicated. Studying Italian on scholarship at the University of Michigan, Dani is haunted by a horrible tragedy that her husband, Mason, simply can't come to terms with. But when she meets Carrie Baumgartner, and then her handsome husband, Doc, she finds her ...Read MoreWhen Danielle Stuart meets the Baumgartners, her life doesn't need to get any more complicated. Studying Italian on scholarship at the University of Michigan, Dani is haunted by a horrible tragedy that her husband, Mason, simply can't come to terms with. But when she meets Carrie Baumgartner, and then her handsome husband, Doc, she finds her attraction to the couple irresistible, no matter how complicated things might get. While the two women bond over being childless and yet surrounded by children in the university's married housing complex, it's Doc Baumgartner who really brings them together with a game-changing idea that serves to reshape all of their lives. -------- WARNING: 18+ ONLY This title contains erotic situations and graphic language, and makes mention of porn, strippers, high heels, snow angels, wishbones, micro bikinis, white hot sand, Victoria's Secret, birth control, mittens, kitty cats, margaritas and various other alcoholic beverages, plus a plethora of sex including girl on girl, anal sex and a (mff) threesome in true Selena Kitt style. -------------- IF YOU LIKED THE BAUMGARTNERS PLUS ONE, you may want to have more fun with this family! A Baumgartner Christmas Meet the Baumgartners Babysitting the Baumgartners A Baumgartner Reunion Baumgartner Generations: Janie Baumgartner Generations: Henry Letters to the Baumgartners ----------------- EXCERPT: Something woke me. I'd been sleeping hard, drooling on the edge of the couch cushion, my arm dangling off the edge, dreaming about Patrick Swayze making margaritas, and something pulled me suddenly from sleep. I had no idea what it was-I couldn't hear anything but the rain, still falling, and the ticking of a clock somewhere-and then I didn't care. I was suddenly desperate to pee. All those damned margaritas. I pulled myself to standing, using the back of the couch to steady myself in the unfamiliar darkness. My head was still spinning. I hardly ever drank anymore, even wine. It was nearly dark, but there was a night light in the kitchen next to the sink and I followed its glow, shuffling along the carpet in my bare feet. The last thing I wanted to do was trip and wake the Baumgartners. It wasn't until I'd made my way through the kitchen and saw the bedroom door, slightly ajar, that I remembered the way to the bathroom was through their room. Then I heard an unmistakable moan and knew what had woken me. They were having sex. What I'd mistaken for a ticking clock was the rhythmic tap of a headboard hitting the wall. "Oh god, that's fucking fantastic!" Carrie gasped. "I'm going to come again!" I heard him grunt, the springs squeaking louder, faster, the headboard slapping the wall with greater force. She gave three short, sharp cries, the same sound I'd heard her make that afternoon watching from the window, and I felt my whole body bloom with warmth. I leaned against the door frame for support, not sure I could trust my legs to keep me up. "I love your shaved little pussy," he growled. The squeaking had stopped. "Gimme!" "No, no, no!" she cried. There was a flurry and shuffle and she objected the whole while but then I heard her moan softly. "Oh god, Doc, I can't, not again..." "Mmmm yes you can," he assured her, his words muffled. I was sure his mouth was full. I felt so faint I thought I might actually pass out. "God, that's so fucking hot. So smooth." "I know." She sounded both smug and proud. "She shaved me so nice." "She sure did." More muffled words from Doc. "Oh baby, your tongue!" I'd obviously guessed correctly. "So tell me about your shower." Doc's voice was low. "Did you enjoy it?" "You're bad." She teased him. "Does it turn you on, thinking about the two of us wet and naked?" "You know it does." His grin was so big I could hear it in his voice. "Tell me."Read Less
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