She had been mortified when she made her quip about the 'Morgen Magic' and then felt as if Freya had stuck the fork in him when she said she might recognize his moves.  But he took it in stride well enough though it might just be the alcohol being a buffer for them.  She perked up though when he offered to see their loft anytime, including tonight.  Jourdan was getting ahead of herself and she was certainly getting ahead of Freya.  While a threesome was always a theoretically acceptable thing in their marriage, it had at least up to now, been only that, theoretical.  Sure they took turns roleplaying various scenes for each other or she might remind her wife of a lingering stare at a certain pretty face or tight behind as she stripped for her.  But Morgen was here in the flesh and potentially on his way to their loft and she had been egging him on with her knee against his as they talked.  She could easily see where this could lead, and while she was eager for it.  But what about Freya?  She was more than willing to trust to her marital intuition regarding her wife's taste in buying outfits, even sex toys, or other surprises.  But this was taking things to another level, she didn't want to misread a signal.<br/><br/>"I'd like to powder my nose before we leave."  She said, knowing it was about the most silly way for a girl to say she wanted to use the bathroom.  But she enjoyed certain nonsensical traditions, sometimes to the annoyance of her European raised wife.  The same might be said for the tradition of girls going in groups to the ladies room, but Jourdan gripped Freya's hand in a unmistakable signal that she was expected to go with her.  Jourdan rarely felt the need for an escort, nor did she even need the bathroom at this moment.  She did however know that she was on the verge of a monumental decision that while possibly unfair to Morgen, was quite possibly out of the realm of acceptability to her wife.  She paused for a moment just before they left Morgen alone at the table.  "Unless you get a better offer."  She winked at Morgen and nodded towards the girl he had been eyeing as if challenging him.<br/><br/>Her lack of need for the toilet was made obvious when she slipped into the same stall with her wife and kissed her passionately.  She wanted their to be no doubt about her passion towards Freya despite what she was about to suggest.  "I think this is fate baby."  She said breathlessly between kisses, hoping Freya would reciprocate or even take the lead in this bit of passion.  "It will satis..."  More kisses and roaming hands.  "...fy your dad."  Legs shifting to feel the exquisite pressure of crotch rubbing thigh.  "The kids will be..."  Blouse being untucked from skirt."  "...beautiful and smart."<br/><br/>It was clear that Jourdan wanted Morgen as their sperm donor and the Byrne family faith spelled out the mechanics of the act.  Jourdan had a way of being impulsive, to her this was a no brainer.  Jourdan was rarely analytical about such things, but she knew the emotional facets were nearly overwhelming.  Would it be better if the whole thing just seemed like a drunken accident?  She let the passion build, hoping it would overflow back to their loft.  It wasn't like this was the first time they started a night of sex in this particular ladies room, but they certainly didn't end here.