Freya caught Melody stopping herself and suddenly felt horribly sheepish. Her hand retreated from her jeans and she took to doing them up as slowly and quietly as she could.<br/><br/>With the other two suitably distracted she managed to get away with it.<br/><br/>She however hardly took her eyes off of Morgan while doing so, the whole thing was just amazingly sexy and close and Freya had to examine a few things about herself. Okay, she liked guys. That was well established. Yet girls had always held a certain appeal, well more than a certain appeal. Her dalliance with the nifty archive was a thing of long standing.<br/><br/>She found herself leaning in a little as her room-mate started to build towards her apocalyptic big finish and she found herself fervently wishing she had the sheer balls to have continued to play with herself. The fact that Morgan was doing this in front of her and Melody was mind blowing. Had she had that much to drink? Or was she just that uninhibited? The throbbing that Freya was currently experiencing was bordering, as Morgan started to mutter in her final throes was maddening. Her heart hammering, her chest tight, breathing ragged, Freya watched transfixed.