Freya was fiddling with her MP3 player, calling up Cibo Matto's 'Sugar Water' it was only four and a half minutes long, yet it seemed appropriate. She couldn't quite believe that she had said what she had said. At all. That Morgan seemingly agreed to go through with it was a whole other level of unreal.<br/><br/>She turned back from setting up the music and her jaw dropped open.<br/><br/>Morgan was on the 'chicka chicka bow wow' bed wearing nothing but a blissful expression, her hands busy with her pussy. Freya sat down in the cheap Ikea office chair that sat in front of her study desk her eyes fixed, her breathing shortening, heart pounding, her own nethers throbbing hard.<br/><br/>She glanced over at Melody and saw her other room-mates eyes were fixed on Morgan, her hand busy playing with her panty covered puss.<br/><br/>Freya suddenly felt overdressed her hands clenched into fists, relaxed, her breath caught for a moment, she couldn't. She really couldn't. Could she?<br/><br/>Another glance at Melody. She was. She really was.<br/><br/>The top button on the skinny jeans popped quietly, then the zip slipped quietly down and a long thin fingered hand slid slowly down inside Freya's underwear, her lower lip clenched between her teeth.