"That was a game mechanic, not a sentence without my pants," Melody objected. She was about to nod her thanks to Morgan... but the woman had begun to crawl toward her, eyes so filled with naughtiness, nakedness... on such display. Melody had to take a moment to even her breathing.<br/><br/>"Morgan," she squeeked. "I mean... Morgan in my pants. That's not the dare in my pants. Uh..." She swallowed. "All right. Turn about's fair play in my pants. So... this time you kiss me. You chose where but it has to be skin-on-skin. In my pants." It made her throat tighten and heart race just to say something so bold. But at least she had managed to avoid saying or worse actualy making a dare about 'breasts'. Of this much she was proud.<br/>