Melody had always been the trepedatious one, Morgan the epitome of bold. So it was so odd for her to be the one chomping at the bit for these experience as Morgan seemed so uncertain. Understanding from personal experience the life of the uncertain, she made it a point to keep open the clear welcome without pushing Morgan before she was ready.<br/><br/>She lay back on the bed, tingling with anticipation. And as Freya descended toward her Melody's breath came in shallow gasps. The simple touch of Freya's palm on her belly made her sigh. And when she neared the peak of Melody's breast with such exquisite teasing slowness, the girl was positively panting.<br/><br/>Freya's tongue was like nothing she had ever experienced. So much more titilating and meaningful and exquisite than her own fingers, or soap in the shower. Melody cried out. "Oh Freya," she gasped. Her hand rising to caress against Freya's belly.