Mel's gasping words gave Morgan the encouragement she needed.  Parting her lips furthers she let her tongue swirl and flick against the nub as she suckled lightly.  Eyes darting between Frey and Mel she let her hand move closer, down Mel's thigh.  More moans.  She wanted to hear more moans.  Her cheeks flushed when she realized just how badly she wanted to hear more of Mel's pleasured sounds.<br/><br/>Licks, sucks, even gentle scrapes of her teeth was what she was trying to focus on.  But Morgan found all of her attention was focused on the warm, supple flesh of Mel's thigh.  Fingers splaying she began to rub along the inner thigh, thumb brushing against the lower lips with each pass.  Each pass growing more confident.  She wondered if her fingers and Frey's would fit, if they'd be able to work Mel over together.  The idea of it made her wiggle, feeling a growing moisture to mirror Mel's.