Alex stood frozen in the middle of the store aisle, crimson eyes wide and unblinking as he stared down at Mary.
She was still gently caressing her lower belly with slow, loving circles, golden eyes shining with quiet excitement and a soft, dreamy smile on her lips. The faded store lights caught the faint flush on her cheeks, making her look even more radiant, motherly, warm, and completely at peace with the thought of carrying his child.
Her hand moved tenderly over the soft swell of her stomach, fingers splaying wide as if already cradling the life she believed was growing inside.
The simple work shirt stretched tight across her enormous tits, buttons straining valiantly against their heavy weight, deep cleavage spilling invitingly with each breath. Her nipples were faintly visible as stiff peaks beneath the thin fabric.
