My head spun around to face the main room. My heart beat fast and my palms were sweating. I expected a scream. I expected to be labeled a pervert and ...idiculed by everyone in the store. I wondered how I would explain it to my wife. I wanted to bolt from the ottoman and run out of the store and keep running until I was far away. But I couldn't. My wife was still in the dressing room. So I did nothing, except stare forward and rub my palms back and forth on my thighs.I forced myself not to turn. She was barefoot and very pregnant. She was wearing a tight pair of denim shorts, that were unbuttoned and pulled down in front. Her pregnant belly fell over the front of her shorts. Just a little over the front. My eyes then were fixed on her huge chest. She was wearing a tight black polo shirt that left nothing to the imagination.She had a sexy smile as she stood next to her husband. She was about half his age. “Hi sweetie.” She said. I smiled. “Hello….Buck Kelly. Nice to meet you.”. 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 ordered additional damages to be paid to the employees. The man didn’t. “I don’t normally do males,” she said, “Only I was persuaded by Dee that you were in need of a session with me!” Now I felt even more out of place and my dick was beginning to feel uncomfortable being squashed under my body, “I don’t mind and I won’t think worse of you if you make a tent in your towel as I do your front, you know.” Sarah was now trying to make me feel a little better and the thought of letting my dick free was enough for me to agree. I felt Sarah lift the towel slightly from.