The bed was starting to squeak. Her whole body was moving with the motion of the bed. I watched her large, naked body rise and fall with the movement...."Now, Play with your pussy," I ordered, "while I fuck your ass! Do it!"She moved her hand down between her legs, in compliance. Her middle finger found her clit and she began to rub as I my cock continued to ravage her ass. We both found a rhythm and it seemed to go on forever. I was starting to get tired and was feeling the need to cum soon.As. The craving got worse. I could barely sit still, let alone talk normally.I didn't even know where he lived! I googled him hundreds of times, read dozens of articles about his stone-cold father and found a few newspaper mentioning him playing college football. That was it.It occurred to me David might know. I hadn't seen or heard from him since the last dinner party. It was unlike the both of us to be so out of touch. We were the realest members of our little clique, and yet the most deceitful.. I kept flashing in my mind back to the wife and how this would really piss her off to know I had succumbed to the daughter’s allurer. I guess it didn’t affect me that much as I kissed her right back. As our kiss continued my hands were taking in the soft flesh of her young body. I fondled her tits that were still covered in lace. I reached up to her shoulders and slid the straps down. I then slowly moved the lace from her breast. I moved so my hands could play with the nipple that was now. Bobby spread the magazines on the floor. This was the 1960s so there was no hardcore porn generally available - certainly not to boys our age. We called them “tittiemags” because that was all you saw - tits of all sizes but no cunts, not even a glimpse of pubic hair. Even nudist mags airbrushed those pictures where the women didn’t have their pudenda screened by a strategically placed beachball or piece of greenery. If I had relied on nudist mags for my education I would have believed that.