Paul began to sing the lines one more time and all the orange glow began to move towards the open rectangular box. When the last of the glowing orang... filled the box, the lid slammed shut. Derek jumped at the staccato slam. Paul, George, and Ringo put down their instruments and walked to the box. They had a short, huddled conversation before Paul opened the box. Paul picked up his guitar, cleared his throat, and began to sing: Blackbird singing in the dead of night Take these broken wings and. I thrust my hips into her hand and she takes this as a signal to rub. Long, hard strokes make my thick cock stand to attention and push at the zip as if begging for an escape. My eyes roll back into my head as she slips beneath the fabric and wraps her hand around my throbbing dick. I have to bite my lip to stop a moan escaping. I lean my head against the headrest and take a look around to see if anybody has detected me yet. No, I’m safe for now. I see that a curvy blonde is reading a book on. .. except I remember a lot more of last night and don't have a brain-paralyzing hangover this morning. Well, and there was never a guy close enough to stick his tongue where it didn't belong."On the other hand ... Trish, if I lose you, for any reason, I've lost everything. I'll keep going, mostly because those people across the street won't let me stop ... but what if they're the ones I lose you to?" Liz, let's look at that carefully. One, they'd have to want me. They do. Two, I'd have to want. I wish I still worked under you. Definitely getting more suggestive. I wish I still got to see you every day and daydream about you grabbing me and taking me. I wonder what you would do if I just hit send on that… I’m so glad we have different phones, so you can’t see how much I’ve been typing thinking about just how to reply. I don’t have to explain that I want to tell you that I’ve been thinking about all those times we had to look at the same paperwork or the same screen, that you were so.