Jonathan wanted me to slit her throat. Molly was no longer working. She stayed home with her daughter. There were cops constantly in and out of her ho...se, questioning her, hoping she would remember something to help them catch the killer. For a week I watched the activity in her house. Jonathan’s most important lesson had been patience. So for a week I waited. And in that week I talked myself out of the job a thousand times. I would go home ready to tell Jonathan that I couldn’t and wouldn’t. I rubbed my clit, which made me moan. He opened his mouth and stretched out his tongue. That was an unmistaken invitation for cunnilingus. I slowly squatted on his face. His beard tickled the skin of my crotch, but what his tongue and lips were doing down there is indescribable. I have no words for his lapping, sucking, and thrusting is tongue deep inside. Again his hands reached up for my nipples. Time stopped, and I don’t know how long he ate me, but at last, I moved down his body toward his. They slyly pincered me between their withers so I playfully reached up and cupped their breasts as I spoke."You both will one day. If it's the last thing I do."We all went into the house. Dot and I pushed the empty buggies whilst the centaurs shunted the wheelchairs as Cye and Jacky cradled the babies. We left the luggage in the car until after tea.After the twins were fed and settled in their new nursery we dined and talked. The conversation was of future plans and Jenny had a complaint to. He was on the adjoining balcony, next to ours, he was in the adjoining room, "Would you guys like me to take a photo"?His accent was decidedly American, a man in his mid to late fifties and with a smile as wide as his face on seeing us naked and about to engage in sexual activity."No thanks", I giggled, still holding my husbands cock, "we just arrived and felt the urge", I continued. I could see through the porous brickwork he was wearing a pair of shorts, and I tried to see if we had excited.