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Growing up, we had a springer spaniel named Chip. While eating in the dining room, he had to stay in the kitchen.
We had gone pheasant hunting that day and he still had numerous burrs on him. He was laying next to his food bowl while we ate and you could clearly hear him lapping at.......his nether regions.
My older brother said, "Gee, I wish I could do that."
My dad said, "I wouldn't do that while he's eating." My brother blew the better part of a large glass of milk across the table.

I didn't say anything but being 12, and being in the grasp of raging hormones that had me jerking off at least 6 times a day, I knew if I could lick myself like Chip I would never leave the house.