Frey took long enough that Morgan soon grew distracted.  Her arm rose as she pointed a finger to the ceiling.  Humming some random notes she began tracing the patterns she saw in the texture.  Lost in her own little world the touch to her leg came as a surprise.  Giving a small squeak she craned her neck, trying to look down her own body at Frey.<br/><br/>Furrowing her brow she couldn't understand why the woman was there.  Moving her legs.  Kneeling between her thighs.  Lips parting she wanted to say...something.  Ask why but then she remembered her dare.  Eyes wide, her lips formed the word no just as Frey took her first taste.  “Oh God!”  Gasping loudly the sensation left Morgan tingling all over.  Especially where Frey's hot tongue traced.<br/><br/>Closing her eyes, her head fell back as her wet sex throbbed.  And she could have sworn grew wetter.  It felt...  “mmmm...I...Frey...sooo...niiiice...”  She wasn't a lesbian.  No.  Couldn't be. It had just been so long and she was drinking and it was just as if a guy was doing it.  It's not like<em>she</em>was the one licking.  Shivering at the ghostly memory of the lick, her palms lightly skimmed over her nipples, trying to resist touching herself.