Probably, right? But hey - what happens after you’re satisfied? Do you go back to work? Do you play video games? Browse Facebook for a bit, perhaps?...Or do you have a job interview in a bit, maybe an appointment with an old friend? You’re a human. Humans aren’t just sex machines, we have lives outside of sex. Your characters should be no different. If you’re writing longform erotica, in terms of the characters, you’re selling relatability and aspiration. Some of my viewers look up to BMS’. See, I'm getting married tomorrow and, well......sometimes....all I think about is Steven. I even got off a couple of times thinking about it." I have to!", I said back."Look, you can say no and I'll absolutely drop it, but, what would you think if....I don't know....we got …..we got together?"I didn't know how to respond. I had never thought of Greg that way."You're the only person I can trust not to say anything and I don't want to take my chances going to some bar or something for a one. My fucking turn mom.I held my breath and followed her example. When I popped the fortress over her breasts, and felt the bottom of her bare tits I thought I was going to cum. Her thick nipples became erect as I rubbed and squeezed them. Mom pulled back, and for a second I thought it had ended. She'd come to her senses. Instead mom grabbed the bottom of her sweater, and pulled it off, followed immediately by her bra.I moved to take off the restrictive uniform top, and get rid of the fucking. Jenny then admitted to me that she hadn't never given one but though doing it, with the right guy, would be really hot.The blow job stopped and the guy got back into the water while the girl took his place on the deck. He positioned himself between her legs and, pulling her butt closer to the edge, put his mouth on her pussy. Jenny squeezed my cock through my suit when she saw this; her breathing was getting deeper as well.I asked her if she liked having that done to her. She had to admit that.