A looming suspicion kept nagging at the back of her mind... maybe he had spent the evening with another woman! No! No! Doug wouldn't do a thing like t...at! I know he wouldn't... or would he?Betty just couldn't bring herself to believe that her husband was actually involved with another woman... but why then had he got so upset when she had questioned him? Was it because of a guilty conscience? But worst of all, what had made him do such a disgusting, perverted thing to her? A shiver coursed. On the inside, he felt comically small. Where the club and cafe had at least been tailored for both humans and centaurs, in here it was strictly the latter, everything higher, taller and bigger, it felt like being a child again.He must have been staring as he felt Sarah take him by the hand, “Come on!” she urged, tugging him along with a smile.They waited for a lift at a row of four, another amenity he hadn’t expected and was given a surprised look by another Centauress as she stepped from the. She’d got off the train, walked across and bought her ticket and now she sat on her suitcase looking out over the Solent. The ferry arrived, and the cars and passengers disembarked. Then she walked on board. It was stuffy inside so she took her suitcase to the upper deck, and she stood looking at the distant blurred shape that was the island until the ferry sailed. There was a near full moon, and there were some wisps of cloud. She thought it was very beautiful and serene, and she stood on deck. With feigned innocence my wife asked: "But what about my breasts?" He looked at me and didn't know what to say or do. I just smiled, nodded. He squirted more oil on his hands and began kneading her tits with both hands. The air was so thick with pent-up sexual energy. As he finished up my wife's massage, he then announced his intentions of going off to bed. I guess being teased by my wife with me there was making him nervous. Can you blame him?My wife looked at him and then at me. She grabbed.