His face always went quite a brilliant shade of red when he was really ticked off, and I could tell by the way he yelled my name that he was angry. I...waited a few more minutes, to leave him waiting and build up the tension. He hates waiting for people, he is possibly the most impatient man I’ve ever met. Patience is something of a foreign concept to him - in his job people wait for him, not him waiting for people. I smiled to myself as I rolled off the bed and walked down the hall to the. He hoped Maya left him enough hot water, because it was going to be a long shower. He felt grimy, and incredibly horny. Both involved a lot of scrubbing. Why did he do this to himself? Making suggestive comments and suggestions around her? Was he no better than some flasher, getting a contact thrill from what he did? Fuck it. She never got pissed, and it did give him a little thrill, cheap or no. He just wished something he said or did would crack that shell of hers. Getting off didn’t take. ‘So, why can’t we talk with our arms around each other?’ asked Wanda. ‘Because,’ Anne replied, ‘When we’re entwined like that, we never really get to finish our conversation.’ ‘I know,’ giggled Wanda. ‘But it’s more fun that way.’ ‘Wan-DA!’ Anne cried in exasperation. ‘You need to listen to me. This is important.’ The teen sat up in the bed, and looked at her lover. She started to say something, but fell silent when she saw the seriousness in Anne’s eyes. ‘Wanda, I love you very much,’ Anne. My orgasm must have started in my feet. I came harder and longer than I had ever cum before. My cum dripped from you as you continued to thrash about on me. Your pussy muscles squeezed my cock, draining every last drop from me. My stomach was a puddle of hair matting goo. Once convinced that you had extracted every last drop of my hot sticky seed, you leaned down with tears in your eyes, pecking at my lips and cheeks and said, "You can't go! I'm not going to let you leave me. Besides, we are.