[ There we go. That's much better. Less tickle, more tingle. He teases his fingers forward to stroke the base of Delta's cock, nipping at the small of his back. A thought occurs and as integrated as they are right now it sings right across the feed. Memories of him and men, women, mouth working over skin between legs, how they arched and writhed, cunnilingus and analingus are supplied in name as well remembered demonstrations. A suggestion, perhaps, as he busies himself with rubbing his thumb behind Delta's balls and pressing up against his perineum. ]
action; Day 138, late evening
Lemme hear you D. That good?