I didn't do any sightseeing. I was tempted a couple of times. But even though the trip is turning out to be quite pleasant, I am, after all, on my way...to my death. There's only one thing I really want to see before I die.I studied the road atlas and I planned my arrival so that I could drive across the Golden Gate Bridge late in the evening. I located an observation area on the map that looked like it provided a good place to get a last look at the bridge with San Francisco in the background.It. She : so babe, I am going to tell your mom about this thing which would give you a good scold.I got very nervous and I begged her not to tell my mom about this thing.She said that she will not tell that thing to my mom if I do whatever she say to do.I quicky accepted her demand that I will do whatever she will say. Then she said sit on the floor.I quicky sat on the floor and then she got up from the sofa, opened her gown and she quickly kept her black panty on my mouth and started to rub it on. After allowing her body to return to a calm state, Bethenny began dressing for the party. She slowly slid her tiny silk thongs up her still sensitive legs and realized her body was still very aroused from her play session; it didn’t take long for her little panties to become soaked. She left them on, thinking it would help her with her plan this evening; the pheromones she was emitting would definitely catch Spencer’s attention. As she put the finishing touches on her makeup, Tim knocked on her. I glanced swiftly at the dejected figure on the bed, before returning to the email. There had been a terrible traffic crash. I read a bit more, but the screen was blurring-over by then. I shut down the machine and switched it off. The email had been sent ten days ago. Her parents were being buried as I was opening her computer on my work-bench.It was a week before I heard from her. She wanted to come around to my place. She was continuing her studies, but feeling pretty lonely. That was the.