Cashier guy muttered something under his breath. "Jesus" maybe, but I was so engrossed I couldn't tell.I took great care in relishing his feel in my p...lm, and ran my fingernails up and down the veined shaft experimentally. He was so warm and hard in my palm, I couldn't resist. Cashier guy moaned and tried to squirm away, but I held him in place, one hand pressed flat on his hip. When I did it again, I noticed the muscles in his stomach contracting anxiously, and the sudden hazy look in his. The trial of the man who had tried to kill him was in its third day. Even after all the time that had passed between the shooting, and the beginning of the trial, Dexter still had no idea why the man had wanted to kill him. The press hadn’t been interested in the man’s motives, only that the target had been Dexter.It wasn’t until the opening statement by the prosecutor, that Dexter learned the man had lost his business because his employees had sued him. The judge had slammed the guy, and had. My wife and I have a great marriage. We have been together for almost thirty years and we still fuck like honeymooners; four times a week on the average and usually, with foreplay, it lasts for better than half an hour. That's part of my problem. My wife has two kids by a previous marriage and they have grown up calling me dad. It is important, however, that you realize that I am not their biological father.My troubles all started when Jane (my stepdaughter) began telling her mother about the. Both were safely stored away in her luggage, too. She knew that she wasn't going to make it a week without them.Enough of that. I'm here to enjoy myself. She looked into a mirror between the two beds, glad to see that the dark circles beneath her eyes had vanished between sleeping on the plane and her first night here. The sacrifice of a day of her vacation was well worth it for that reason alone.The shirt she'd put on was too tight, wrinkles stretching between the over-abundant breasts that.