Ask if she wants to handle this one [Ending B1]

"Well, if you want to handle this one, I wouldn't object," you say as you jiggle your package in your hand.

She pauses just for a second, then rests a hand on your shoulder. "I can't do that, you are dating my granddaughter." But she can't keep her eyes off your limp shlong though. "It wouldn't be right."

"Yeah, of course, I didn't mean do anything naughty, just touch it if you like, you know out of interest."

"I've touched plenty of dicks in my life, I don't need to touch yours. Why do you want me to touch it if it's not for the thrills?"

"I just thought..."

"It's okay," she says, "I know you must be a horny young man."

"Yeah, and also a sexually frustrated young man."

"You're not the only one," she sighs.

You cock begins to stir. "Well then... I mean... since we both..." The blood is flowing into your cock in anticipation of your suggestion.

She puts her hand on your thigh, her fingers inches from your meat. "No Jack. Looking is one thing, but we can't be touching each others bits, that's over the line."

"I guess you're right." Then you have another thought, "But looking is okay?"

"Yeah, no harm in window shopping is there."

"So... in that case, since you've had a look at my goods, can I just get a little look at yours?"

"What? You want to see my...? But I'm..."

"Very sexy if you don't mind me saying."

"No, really? You're just flattering me now."

"No, I swear, even just thinking about it is making me..." you look down at your half erect cock.

"Oh my! It is getting big!"

"So how about just a little peek at yours and we can see if it will get even bigger."

"Well... I don't know..."

"Just looking, no touching of course."

"I guess you did show me yours. So what is it you want to inspect?"