Moans Morgan sought and moans she received, such an enormous collection, liberal in quantity and exquisite in intensity. She writed with delight at the tongues' double onslaught. She had known how very sensitive her nipples were, had imagined that this would be exquisite but her imagination was a pale shadow compared to this. Her fingers curled in ecstasy, one set pressing into each roommate.<br/><br/>Her thighs trembled a bit under all the caressing. She gasped at the tease of fingertips against her lips. "My God, I..." she breathed, "oh God." Her eyes, her heart, her legs--all were open wide.