And come to visit someone she had never met face to face. It made sense as I thought about it, the timing at least. I had e-mailed her two days before...about my family being away and about me being alone for two weeks. So she made the decision, she said in her message, and bought a last-minute ticket, and was at the airport waiting to board the flight. She would be arriving mid-morning my time. One stop-over (that explained the price of the ticket) and then by 10:00 a.m. she would be in my city.. Then it came. Full hysterics. Screaming, crying, trying to hit me ... It was good that she was as dangerous to me as the two-year-old she was acting like. I made my excuses, grabbed her, and dragged her out somewhere quieter. I understood how angry and helpless she felt, and tried not to add to it. She needed me to be gentle, and give her a safe outlet to vent and rage. I held her, supporting and containing her, and patiently let the thing run its course. I didn’t want to reward her with. We arrived back about twelve sitting in front of the fire it was a night for kissing and cuddling a learning curve to know each others wants and desires.We went to bed about two lying beside my darling Millie I had finally found true love I always knew Millie was the one since school. In the morning we made love slowly enjoying every moment staying in bed as long as possible not wanting to break the spell.When Millie left to return to the Hospital we kissed and hugged one or two passers by. Did I mention she loves keeping me with a bulge; it turns her on more thinking that other girls get turned on seeing it.We’d be sitting at our table – her hand painfully close to my crotch – and she’d nod toward some girl dancing or standing at the bar and say something like: “You think that girl has big nipples?”I’d play along – believe me it makes the sex better – and say something like: “Which girl? The one with the 40 double-d’s practically hanging out her dress or the little thing beside.