Morgan nodded that she was alright, trying to breathe and not choke as she stumbled back to the table.  Placing the pitcher on the low coffee table she half sat, half fell to the floor.  Mel's question after the thoughts that had been going through her mind were enough to turn the poor artist crimson.  "You want...I..."  Swallowing hard she looked to Frey and then back at Melody.  "I wouldn't...know how."  It wasn't a no, why wasn't it a no?  It should be a no!  Arguing in her head she let her eyes drift along the soft flesh of Frey and Mel's breasts pressed together.