Move on, move on!

Flustered, Doc managed to divert Snow White's attention by glancing at the clock and gasping: "Oh is that the time already! Better get going!" She turned her head for barely more than a second but that was enough for Doc to jump out of the bucket, wrap a towel around his naked body and scutter out the door. Snow White shrugged and went back to scrubbing the floor.

In the other room, Doc dressed up nervously. Winter was coming and he and the other 6 Dwarfs were just about to head for the forest to cut some wood. His cock would not soften up after the incident. "It didn't happen, nothing happened, and it won't happen, she didn't touch it, she didn't, she didn't..." As much as he wanted to believe what he was telling himself, he couldn't help but be constantly remembered that it had happened, that she had touched it and that he'd like it to happen again. What if? What if he had stayed? What if she had not touched it lightly, but had stroked it firmly? The idea almost made him burst as he pulled up his pants. He had to completely stop thinking about it, not even try to convince himself that nothing had happened. He just had to move on. Else he'd just cum the next time she'd get close, and that would be an embarassing situation out of which he couldn't break easily.

So Doc stuffed his rock-hard cock in his pants, placing it so that his erection would be barely noticeable to the unwary eye. Soon, the 7 Dwarfs were ready to leave. They walked out the door, whistling a merry song, each wielding an old-looking but well refurbished axe. Doc smiled as Snow White wished them a good day but he avoided eye contact. It's only once they were out that he realized he had been staring at her breasts. The other Dwarfs supposed a bug was annoying him when he slapped himself a few times.