“I managed to pull away from him and get my pepper spray out of my purse. I sprayed his eyes and told him to get out.“The next time I saw him, he ...ried to apologize and make up with me, but I wasn’t going down that road with anybody. Since then, I’ve been a lot more cautious about who I date.” She hesitated a moment before going on, “Well, actually, I haven’t been with anyone since then. Oh, I’ve dated a couple of guys, but I never was intimate with anybody after that.”Bill seemed to force. I crawled the upper half of my body in close, lifting up a bit to look at her face again. I brought my left hand around to squeeze on her breast hanging there.She wasn't talking, she was sobbing. Quietly gasping air and crying. Uh-oh, what did that mean? Was I to assume that she didn't remember the tender kisses she gave me before we slept last night? Or was she crying because she did remember those tender kisses?It actually got worse the longer I fucked her, sniffling and sobbing. She didn't. 'There'd have to be a towel she could use in here.', she thought, opening the door. Kelly padded into the bathroom, her bare feet hardly making a sound on the tiled floor. Several fresh towels were lined up on a rack near the toilet door. Kelly had just grabbed one and turned to leave the room, when a noise from the toilet caught her ear. She listened carefully, but when she didn't hear it again, Kelly shook her head and went to leave. Her hand was on the bathroom door handle when she heard it. She had poured us our drinks and taken off all her clothes, except for her panties. We sat there talking for a few minutes, and she decided a cool shower might make her more comfortable, so she went in, took her panties off, and climbed into the shower. The cool water felt wonderful, but, as tired as she was, she really wanted to lay down. Her compromise was to put a big beach towel on the bed, and another around a huge pillow, and lay under the ceiling fan, turned on as high as it would go..