Ask why it's her fault [Ending B]

"Why did you say it's your fault that Claire is so frigid... I mean reserved," you say trying to change the subject.

"Well, as I said I was a bit wild and so I got pregnant at a very early age with Wendy, her mother. And Wendy was a chip of the old block. I brought her up the same way as me, and she too is... or maybe was a very sexual person, and I forgot to teach her to be careful about playing safe and she also got pregnant very young - with Claire."

"I see..."

"Yeah, so I think Claire's reacting to all this, and is scared of making the same mistakes we made. But don't worry, Claire is a sexual person too, I once walked in on her flicking her bean, so-"

"What! For real?"

"Yeah, she said she was just adjusting her knickers but I knew. So I'm sure she'll be up for some winky action once she knows that you two are the real thing."

"You think so?"

"Yes," she says rubbing your shoulder again, her boob rubbing your arm again. "In the mean time I guess you've got to do your best to keep yourself satisfied. So just try and hang in there."

"Yeah, I guess."

"She has urm... she has seen your... cock right?"

"Yeah..."

"Right," she nods. "And..."