Butch’s dad, named Robert, was an electrician, the block from which Butch chipped. Butch was the image of his father, only younger and leaner. Butch...r’s mother named Ruth had a copse of black hair as did her husband. She wore too much make-up and talked at a fast rate all the way home. Her husband drove, kept his eyes on the road, nodded his head occasionally and smiled frequently glancing at Butch and me in the back seat. Ruth talked about the impending wedding, Robert asked about the Navy. He. ? ?You had me all tied up in knots every day asit was, so the first time I saw you leaning over the bathroom sink andspreading your ass cheeks so that dog could lick you, I nearly died ofpleasure.? I couldn?t have dragged myselfaway if there was a gun to my head.? Butthe thing was, I got so jealous of that damn dog, I couldn?t stand it.? Every day I watched you lavish attention onhim ? you?d brush him, bathe him, feed him.? You?d put him on a leash and take him forlong walks around the. She had called and said asked my wife if we were up to anything and if she could come over with one of her friends. Considering we werent really doing much and I was always in favor of seeing Chelsea, especially with one of her friends, my wife invited her over. About half an hour later, that sexy brunette strolled in, already half drunk, with an unspectacular blonde, much drunker. For the next couple hours we sat around, played some drinking games and card games, listening to their incessant. She really surprised me just then, taking her hand she raised her dress and moved her hand deep into her black lacy panties, looking me in the eyes, she masturbated for a bit, before removing her hand and raising it to my mouth with the two middle fingers extended. April said something, but I was just too surprised by her actions and for the life of me I don’t know exactly what it was. It was something about my emails to her. See, we had emailed back and forth quite a bit before this day, and I.