Morgan had no idea what Mel said but the moans and happy sounds told the girl the redhead must approve.  So she continued, rolling the nipple between thumb and forefinger, giving a little tug as the heel of her hand rubbed at the side of the soft flesh.  Tender lips and scraping teeth continued up the other side of Mel's neck, tongue reaching out to flick at her earlobe before licking around the shell of her ear.<br/><br/>The questing fingers finally found the hot, damp garden they'd been seeking.  Pausing for a moment, Morgan took in a deep breath, finding her courage.  And then she plunged, going too far to pull back.  As her fore and ring fingers slid along the wet lips, her middle finger dipped in, just brushing at Mel's clit, lightly rubbing as her hand moved up and down.  She wasn't sure she could go further, should go further.  Especially considering the fantasy Mel had had about she and Frey on her breasts.  That thought sent a warm shiver through Morgan, salivating as she wondered what it would be like.