" He guided us through the door and down a short hallway to a small office area where he waved to several people as we went by. "Good morning everyone... Margaret, what time is my first appointment?"A middle aged woman answered back, "You have a counseling appointment at ten and then lunch with the deacon's board at eleven thirty." Thank you, Margaret. Please hold all of my calls, if anyone asks I am in a last minute counseling session." Once we were inside his office and he had closed the door.. She became more and more excited, it was then that I noticed the dog. Chester, our Collie, had decided to investigate the noise we were making. He had become adept at opening doors and had crept in the bedroom. I guess he found the smell of Jenni's sex too alluring to pass up and was lapping away quite contentedly on her beautifully shaved mound. So much for my efforts.I stopped to watch as his tongue slid over her lips and up to and over her extended clit. I don't think she even noticed that I. No counseling claptrap was going to work with me, especially since I didn’t trust her preferences for counselors. We were done, period. There was no point in dragging this out at all.“Hello, Saul,” Tracy spoke with a curt tone in her voice.“Hello, Tracy,” I answered politely, but with an edge of attitude.“Mom, Dad, seriously ... okay, I get it, Mom, be civil ... Daddy, don’t rise to the bait, please,” Amanda spoke up, “anyway, who are these ladies? I’ve met Eddie, and his buddies, after all.. So, Mrs, Burnham ... what can I do for you? I'm Edward Wilson, by the way, your daughter's fiancé. Most people call me Ted, but Rose-Marie and I like to use our full names for each other. I don't mind being called Ted." So as not to infringe my daughter's prerogative, perhaps I'll call you Ted, at least for now. Would you call me Margaret, please?"Now, you're probably thinking, 'WTF or, what's going on here?' I don't know why; perhaps it's just that she reminded me so forcefully of Rose-Marie,.