I wondered why Dad hadn't left Bobby the car and me the house. Instead of selling the car, I decided to restore it. Somewhere along the way, I started...to love the car too. The guys who were restoring the car came up with the plan of converting the car into a GT500E. When I saw the designs they had I knew that it was perfect and my Eleanor was born.The Dream Cruise that year was her coming out party and mine too. Over the previous twenty four months that it took to restore the car, with me. Now they could hear."Will you please look at me?" begged Ryan.Playing with the pen, it shot out in front of her, hitting the table and skidding onto the floor. Matt jumped. She started laughing."You're drunk," said Ryan."Yeah? And you know what? I was having a good time until a couple of minutes ago!" she told him."Let's go somewhere where we can talk." How about... not!" she laughed."Jen, please! I know I hurt you, but you can't just give up on me, on us." You know what Ryan? If you had hit. As I looked around to be sure there was no one watching, he unzipped my fly.I was surprised how soft his hands were on my cock. It was a few nervous minutes, though, before it began to feel good. I looked at him. He was good-looking, probably early twenties, with short hair, a clean shave, and nice preppy-looking attire.Like me, the stranger watched the movie, jacking me off slowly while his eyes feasted on the lusty action on the big screen. He stopped long enough to pull out his own cock, and. He jumped and ran towards the car before the driver had even became aware that he was there. At nearly point blank range, Oscar fired three shots into the driver and then dropped to the ground.The car slowed as the driver lost consciousness and then began to move around in a large circle as the driver’s body kept the steering wheel in a slight right turn. Oscar stood to the side and watched the car move an erratic path across the tarmac. He then turned to watch the bedlam that exploded around.