Time to go.

You wait, Brittany pressed hard against the front of you, for several minutes before reluctantly moving.

"We should go," She says, her eyes flickering to your crotch.

You cant help but notice that the front of your pants are tented as you move, but nothing you do, or think, seems to help get your arousal back under control.

"Yeah, lets go," You say, hoping that focusing on the task at hand will help.

Absently, you reach up, scratching at your sensitive chest for a second before starting down the road once more.