Thaddeus POV
Ryland white-knuckles the steering wheel as we drive home. I can't sit comfortably. “God, what are they doing?” Ryland groans, making me look at him. His manhood is standing erect like it is about to burst.
Ryland reaches for my hand. “What are you doing, eyes on the road.”
“Just touch it, come on, take one for the team; my d**k feels like it will explode.”
“No, if I have to put up with it, so do you,” I tell him as he hits the highway.
“You've turned all boring; I should have taken on the old bird, bet she would have sucked it,” Ryland whines.
“You're disgusting; she had more wrinkles than my nutsack,” I tell him.
“Bet she would have been a wild one back in her day,” Ryland says, turning off onto the dirt road leading to the house.
“Yeah, maybe before World War one; s
