I found that idea pretty intense and I probably could have fucked her again, except it was really late.We'd been having sex for like an hour and a hal...f probably. My lips felt bruised and swollen, and my tongue actually hurt after all that French kissing we'd done. My whole body felt sticky with sweat and my boxers and part of my t-shirt were wet with cum and all that. Julie felt the same way, I think. Her panties were wet and buried under the sheets, her nightgown had some serious stains, and. It didn't take him long to look over at the hamper. He lifted up the pair on top, and took a really quick sniff of the crotch. He tossed them back in there, and went to work. I had started thinking maybe he didn't like the way she smelled. But he kept looking back over his shoulder at the hamper as he took apart the furnace. Eventually, he was back at the hamper taking a nice long sniff of the most recently worn pair. I saw him adjust his pants, and then fumble through the hamper for the other. I thought the whiskey would help. Make me strong enough for you. But I fucked up. I fucked up so bad. I went way overboard...way, way too far. I barely remember last night, but what I do remember...oh, god, I'm so sorry." Her voice kept breaking. He could hear her sobbing softly through the phone. "I hope you can forgive me. If you can't...if you're out and done with me, I understand. I won't bother you anymore."She paused, sniffling several times. He thought he could hear faint cursing. "God. It didn't really take them long to finish the clean up since I hadn't unloaded. In fact they kept me on the brink.I sat up because I needed more space. The car was too cramped and the police frequented the parking lot. Mandy gathered the coat she started out in and hung it on her shoulders, but didn't pull it fully closed. After all, she was only going from the car to my apartment, maybe twenty feet away. Alexandria helped me close up and I actually had to stretch once I stood out in the open.