The garment wrapped around him right the way down to the ankles, leaving only a few inches to show the trailing ends of damp black jeans and metal stu...ded boots. His black hair was held back from his face, wet and messy with the rain, dripping in his eyes as he stood and shivered. Eyebrows lowered to shield him from the rain which was drizzling steadily from the branches, Sera watched his lover walk in the rain. He could never see the temptation himself, and most days he simply stayed indoors. Then a little pause "relieve?" i said trying to sound embarrassed "Yes relieve. through a scrotal massage." she said it as though it was a therapy they had at the hospital. "well how do i do it" i said. She replied with the best answer ever "You dont do it, I will. I believe if you do it you may injure the incision, just lay back." so im hard as a rock as i lay down. she reaches over and grabs some KY jelly and squirted a little in her hand and rolled her stool over in front of my 7 inch rod. ' It was obvious she knew the power she had attracting men and she was relishing it. That evening we went to a club for some dancing. She was now dressing in keeping with her new figure. Mini skirt, bare midriff and a wrap around top that showed plenty of cleavage and of course no bra. As the evening wore on her dancing had become more flamboyant. What with the admiring looks and the wine she was consuming. She did a lot of twirling her short skirt out to show off her thong briefs. She hadn't. He would easily give up everything in his life for her. He had done it once before. Simply walked away from a life. This was more complicated this time. More people would be hurt. And that was something he wasn’t sure he could do. He fell in love with her, and once that began, he let go. He stopped fighting it. It was hard for him to accept that she returned his love with the same passion. Her words intoxicated him, her voice entrapped him, her love freed him. She had never asked him to give up.