”She started, then giggled, and after that I’d get an occasional earful over my shortcomings. I gave as good as I got, but it was never said in an...er (well, not real anger) and we always talked it out later. We’d learned a lot from our counselor.I was really reticent to go at first, but Chelsea talked us into it, saying the woman was at the top of her field. We had to an individual session first before we went together.I liked the counselor, a woman close to fifty who had been practicing for. "Meg took another swig of the whiskey and handed the bottle to me. "We better hurry though, that silly brother of mine is liable to run most of the way to the car, and back," She laughed and then pointed behind me with her finger, "Well you look at that Steve."I turned my back and looked for what she was pointing at. "I don't see..." I started and turned back to her to ask what she was pointing at. My jaw dropped. There stood Meg with her short pants and panties around her ankles. She stepped. We had a welcoming house where people would drop in for a coffee and chat, everybody was happy. On a Sunday we always had a big lunch, one of the guests was a so called "uncle". I liked him, he was good fun and we had a rough and tumble, usually on the grass to the side of our house, and out of site of anybody else. This particular day I was only wearing shorts and a tee shirt, the fun began, him picking me up and wrestling me to the ground. To my surprise his hand went up my shorts, he touched. I knew that in fifty more pages, she would be between my legs, pleasuring me, and I knew that I must pay her in advance with equal love and attention. My finger slid down to her back entrance and worked its way inside; her sigh told me that she welcomed it. What a shame that so many women are uptight about that; it doesn't hurt, it feels nice, and it's a fun way to please your lover.My thumb probed into her pussy as my tongue licked along both sides of her slit. My lips tightened on her clit.