He was asleep, and thought that I was taking him home after our date. I kissed him on the cheek, and he didn't stir. I then proceeded to run my hand u... his thigh. This sirred him a bit, and I giggled as I saw his cock start to enlarge. I unzipped his pants and pulled his stiffy out though his underwear. He started to breathe heavily and groan groggily as I started to wank him. I suppose he was about to come when he woke up abruptly, looked down, and started to go with the flow. “Tell me when. That's the rule."She hesitated and gave a sighing "Thirty ... ish."Greg raised an eyebrow. "Thirty ... five-ish?"She closed her eyes and confessed. "Ish." She paused a moment, hoping, almost praying, and peeked her eyes open. Instead of disappointment, Greg was staring at her with an admiration and desire."So..." he said. "You are the most beautiful woman in this room. You're in your sexual prime. And you are powerful. Are you still wondering why I'm interested in you?"Ada blinked. She was not. It was a 1960 Continental Mark V Town Car. Bret saw it sitting in the back of an old farm house while driving through Indiana one day. It was just like the one his dad had when he was a kid. Normally he wasn't a classic car kind of guy, but there was something about it.Bret stopped to talk to the farmer. He told the old gray haired man in bib overalls he'd be happy to remove that old car from the property at no cost but the farmer wasn't dumb. He knew damn well the car was worth a few thousand. I came to adulthood in the 1970s. I hitchhiked because otherwise I was going nowhere. I lived in a small, isolated town in an isolated state. There was no public transportation. If you didn’t have a car you were pretty much stuck. Fortunately you did have an alternative so hitchhikers were a common site on the roads in those days. We never heard about any killers or anything. However, you never knew who was going to stop (if anyone at all) and I was soon to discover that every once in a while.