Becca grinned as she saw Bobby’s face. “What is it Bobby? Can’t you sleep?” She asked.

She assumed he was about to perform, what they had come to call, their ritual, a three-some of masturbation. Sometimes they sat together, watching one another’s’ faces at other times they stayed in their beds – knowing one of them was responsible for the tingle and explosion of pleasure.

But this time Bobby just stood there grinning at them, his eyes glinting when the lighting illuminated the room. Becca could see, in the same flashes, that he held his rigid cock in his hand.

Something in her stirred. It wasn’t the usual prickle that grew into the familiar explosion but a new, exciting feeling that caused a rush of moisture to gather between her thighs. She reached out to grasp Bobbi’s hand and knew she felt it also.

“What is it Bobby?” She asked again, knowing the answer.