As the music played on and her roommates warred with themselves, Morgan continued her personal torment.  Tugging and twisting at her nipple she let out a long, low moan, biting back the names that seemed to want to spill forth.  It was wrong.  It was just because she knew they were watching.  That thought drew a shocked gasp.  They were watching!  Her hand stopped for a moment only to have the urgent and aching need overtake her.<br/><br/>“Please...”  Morgan whimpered the word as her fingers started again.  Abandoning her nipple she sent the other hand back to her wet lips.  Spreading her legs even further apart her hands soon crowded the small area, her index finger joining her middle finger inside her wet hole as the fingers on the other hand rubbed furiously at the nub.<br/><br/>“Please...”  Morgan's stomach clenched and her thighs tensed as her back arched.  Biting hard on her lip she barely managed to hold back the groan.  Shuddering and panting hard she came, hot juices flowing from her temple, dampening the sheets as the waves washed over her.  The music had stopped.  But she didn't care.  Instead her fingers continued to move within the clenching walls and as her fingers pressed to the throbbing and sensitive bud, trying to ride out and draw out the high.<br/><br/>But reality quickly set in and she recalled her audience.  Finally crying out, only in embarrassment she closed her legs, hiding her wet sex from view with a blush.  “Um...uh...”  Her voice cracked and she swallowed several times, trying to get control.  “Mel...truth...dare?”  Get the focus off of her. That's what she needed.<br/>