Wait and see... [Ending B2]

"You thinks so? Well, I hope it isn't too long before she decides to give it a try," you sigh.

"Oh don't be like that, just be patient," Mirry says reaching out and patting your shoulder. She then glances back down to the flaccid man-rod laying on your lap in front of her. "The trouble with an impressive shlong like yours is some girls will fear it and others will be **** to try and get it inside me- I mean them," she quickly corrects herself. "So how big did you say it is?"

"Honestly, I've never measured it."

"Really? I thought all boys measured their things. And if you've got one that big surely you want to know it's true glory?"

"Never thought about it. I know it's not small from the reaction I get to it, so I never felt any need to know it's exact size."

"Wait!," she springs up onto her feet and you watch her toned lycra clad arse as she goes over to her bedside dresser and opens a drawer. "Where is it...? Ah, here!" She turns around holding out a tailor's measuring tape. "Now it only goes up to 54 inches though, will that be big enough?" She says with a wink. "So...?"

"So what?" you ask, but you're pretty sure you know what she has in mind.

"Shall we measure it and find out?"