I was freaked out, but knew that I couldn't yell or bang on the door, so just knocked and tried to whisper. I got no response, and didn't hear anythin... downstairs, so figured he'd let me in after letting me stew, so I tried to calm down. I started thinking how Matt was two floors down, ignorantly playing video games, while here I was, naked on the landing, drunk, cum in my mouth.Suddenly I heard Chris talking, and put my ear to the door. I heard him say come on up, and heard Matt's name. OMG,. For Rebel it wasn’t so good. He had to stay down on the car deck except when we were stopped in the various ports along the way. I guess I should introduce him before I go on.Rebel is my four year old German Shepherd/Husky mix. I acquired him by accident during my second season up there. I had met a woman named Sherry who was in Alaska for the first time. We had reached the stage of talking about both of us becoming real “sourdoughs” by spending the winter in the North Country. With my. I did what he ask. He told me to put his pants down. I started to but they got caught on him because of how hard he was and had to pull them out and over. He told me to take down his underwear - he called them drawers. So I did. For some reason I tried not to look. He pulled my head up and ask me if I had ever had one this size. No I hadn't. I couldn’t believe what I was looking at! It looked like a club to me! He told me he was a little over 9 and a half inches. (My husband is like. While Earl found it fun to watch stupid littlefairies getting abused and humiliated, he couldn't understand howanybody could be stupid enough to actually want such treatment.So the flame war flamed on - some fairies outraged, others fanning theembers of the brush fire he'd lit, while a few others called for calm. A"moderator" called for an end to the controversial posts. Yeah right,Earl got far too much enjoyment from starting these littlecontroversies... these "Flame Wars". That little.