"Jam session?" Helen said, raising her eyebrows a tad."It was the night before the Grammy awards back in February," Celia told her. "Jake and I were b...th out on tour and they were flying us in to make an appearance at the ceremony. We ran into each other at DFW and I told Jake they were putting me up in some cheap hotel. He invited me to stay the night at his place instead. Elsa made us dinner and then we spent about three hours getting drunk and singing our unrecorded material to each other.". I was checking on the noise i heard from this stall." "well if u want u can step inside here with me for a little bit..."i couldnt answer immediately, but eventually gave in and accepted.he unlocked the door, and i stepped in with him. sitting on the toilet, this mans cock was throbbing, and i couldnt stop staring. he told me to come closer, so i eased towards him. he began undoing my pants, and then pulled them down quickly, unleashing the hard cock that i was hiding. "u still hav to pee,. What was Phileas Fogg doing all this time? It might be thought that, in his anxiety, he would be constantly watching the changes of the wind, the disorderly raging of the billows—every chance, in short, which might force the Mongolia to slacken her speed, and thus interrupt his journey. But, if he thought of these possibilities, he did not betray the fact by any outward sign. Always the same impassible member of the Reform Club, whom no incident could surprise, as unvarying as the ship’s. I want to lay down on a soft bed, naked, and relax. The flight was brutal. The anticipation of getting here had been maddening. Frankly, I’d worked even harder than usual in November to feel like I deserved the month of December to myself. But first, the package. Bags on the bed, a tip discreetly given, and finally, I’m alone. Curiosity gets the better of me. I rip open the paper wrapping and gasp. A purple cute little vibrator. What has Michael sent me? I open the box and a note flutters to.