Ask why she wanted to see it then [Ending B3]

"What did you want to do then?" You ask. "Why did you want to see it?"

"I told you, to check if it was too big for Claire," she says as she turns your cock over and looks at the other side. "I wanted a closer inspection."

Again it twitches and is slowly becoming firmer in her hand the more she moves it.

She then holds it upright and pulls down slowly. Like a bulbous purple-headed worm coming out of hibernation, your bell-end creeps forth from your foreskin.

She gives it a final tug and it pops completely clear of it's sheath.

"Very nice! Very pretty," she says almost as if to herself.

You've never heard of a cock being described as pretty, but you'll take it.

She moves it side to side again as if still inspecting it, but as she does she gives it a couple of subtle tugs. She obviously wants to see it in all it's glory - and it's not far off that stage now!

"Oo," she says as a bit of pre-cum leaks out the top. Then, with her other hand she runs her index finger over the tip wiping up some of the translucent pre-cum and sending a shivering tingle through your penis head. A sticky tract drips down her fingers as she puts them up to her mouth and tastes them.

"Mmm," she says closing her eyes momentarily.

You look down her body - her C cups under tight lycra, wondering if they are really as firm and round as they look. Then further down at her crotch. The light is to dull to see any contours of her lycra clad pussy but you can't help wondering if it's wet and whether you could actually fuck a nearly 50 year-old hole. Who are you kidding - if it's wet and willing you'd fill it 'til it overflowed with you man-munk.