I can’t even imagine how you must be feeling.”“Thank you, Alex. You are really very sensitive and caring. Yes, it is difficult, very difficult. ...nd it is very difficult for him, too. He is used to be powerful and fierce and dominating. Now he has some dependency. And even dependency to us to this extent is difficult for him.”“But will he be okay?”“Well, he will certainly live. We have gotten past the infection and bleeding. The question is how will he feel? I am beginning to think that he will. I was transfixed. As she teased her pussy she tweaked and stroked her erect nipples, seductively running her finger tips over the small perfectly formed mounds.She looked at me blue eyes sparkled enticingly, beckoning me closer. I edged towards her, spellbound by the gentle rhythmic movements of her hands across her semi naked body.My resolve was shattered, doing the ‘right thing’ was no longer an option. I was so aroused any residual feelings of conflict were banished, for now at least. Lust. She pushed them down along with her panties and stepped out of them. She spied a sawhorse and pulled me behind her to it. She bent over it and said, "Fuck me! Al, fuck me hard! I want you!" I unfastened my belt and pants pulling them and my boxers down. I stepped out of one leg and moved behind her. I lowered my cock and pushed all the way into her until my pelvis flattened her butt cheeks. It was love but it was lust, too. We bucked frantically against each other in a mad rush to orgasm. Our. I stopped in a small beachside restaurant and had a beer and a burger. Then I drove to a small artsy area where I parked and strolled again. I liked this inner feeling of confidence brought on by good sex. Later, I walked down a small street with art galleries and bought a small and beautiful statue of lovers entwined but in a very modernist style, something I knew my Alvin would appreciate as a housegift. Along my travels, I bought a couple of bottles of wine and some flowers for Caren, who.