Melody continued to watch with intense concentration, her tongue briefly moistening her lips as Freya moved with such aching slowness. Her eyes moved back and forth, her eyes moving back and forth. Morgan's bright and colorful hair, Freya's intense and hard-to-decipher expression. The damp 'lappie' which required the cleaning. Her tongue circled insider her mouth, refreshing the memory of Morgan's taste.<br/><br/>For the second time that night, again without noticing she was doing it, Melody's hand moved to rub between her legs.