Melody was drooling, figuratively at least. She emitted a shocked squeel when she realized what her hand was doing, moved it away quickly. What other choice did she have? Yet she still felt the throbbing need, legs crossing as she squeezed her arousal as best she could. Her hands grasped tightly to whatever inanimate distraction they could reach, knuckles whitening as her eyes remained transfixed--had she blinked even once since Morgan had begun?<br/><br/>"Oh, oh my," she breathed, aching with arousal. She did have brief mental images of wandering over and 'helping'. But she couldn't do that. That would be an intrusion, inappropriate. She told herself this, as if there was anything 'appropriate' about this evening, as if she wasn't in the blissful middle of precisely the 'inappropriate' she had hoped for although to a much more wonderful degree. "Mmmmm," she sighed happily.