Freya indulged Saoirse a little as she admired the painting while simultaneously casting comparing glances at Jourdan who was hovering impatiently. Whatever the pretext had been, she had not suggested inviting Morgen or Saoirse into their home to look at art, whether by Freya's hand or not. It might perhaps not be as obvious to their guests but Freya knew her wife and also what they had talked about in the ladies room earlier. Jourdan was horny and wanted sex, and not just any sex either, she wanted to get fucked by her old lover and fiance, possibly with the intention of breeding a child, possibly because meeting him like that, unexpectedly had caused an itch she needed to scratch. It had after all been five years and more since last she had an actual cock inside her and that cock was right there in the apartment with them.<br/><br/>Freya watched with a big smile on her face as her wife lead the redhead up the stairs to their so-called bedroom, which now had a king size bed instead of the twin bed Freya had had before Jourdan moved in, because before Jourdan moved in there had never been any regular over night guests even if there had been a large number of women having spent the night though most of them not sleeping. Perhaps that was also part of why the new bed had been one of the first things Jourdan had suggested they change, alongside the issue of space.<br/><br/>She watched with a growing smile the little show Jourdan put on for them halfway up the stair and nodded.<br/>"Not an entirely unpleasant sight is it now," she said to Morgen and nudged him in the ribs with her elbow as so many times before when they had found themselves in similar, though not as explicit, situations.<br/>She then started up the stairs behind the two women and once she joined them on the platform she first pulled Jourdan close giving her a passionate kiss and a playful slap on the ass and then turned to Saoirse, pulling her into a kiss as well, more hungry perhaps than passionate, letting her hands roam the other redhead's body.