I always have to wait for you. Every time, you are late. You're always sorry, but still you're never on time... and I always have to wait. My pussy grows impatient for you. An intense, painful physical longing I had never experienced until I met you. The rush of too much blood to my sex all at once, just at the thought of you. It brings an ache that only you can soothe. The ache gets worse as I put on my stockings. I love...