I was a junior in college and had come home on break and, of course, headed over to Jim’s house. We were sipping a couple of beers in his bedroom, l...ing outrageously about the number of females we had seduced when his mother yelled for us to come down. Beth was going to the junior prom and was waiting for her date. Jim’s folks wanted to take some pictures. We walked down the stairs and there was Beth standing at the bottom ready to be judged—formal, pale yellow dress, beautiful bare shoulders. Six months of it. I looked at the clock on the bedroom wall. It said twelve fifteen, I didn't have to do my first pickup until nearly two o'clock. I pushed Andy onto the bed and slowly removed my skirt, revealing a black pair of satin panties and a matching half bra. Andy slowly removed his clothes and told me to stay put and walked out of the bedroom. As if I was going to go anywhere naked. A few minutes later Andy returned with a large bottle of baby oil, some whipped cream and chocolate. I felt like I was going to melt to his touch. He had me, what ever he wanted to do. The sucking on my lower lips from behind caused my clit to pull tightly against his thumb as he rubbed it back an forth. My orgasm was moments away.He then traced his tongue up to my asshole. I've always been a fan of a little backdoor action. I felt his tongue probing me and then he placed both if his hands on my asscheeks. He gently pulled them apart allowing his tongue more access. I was rocking myself back. ’ ‘MiGod Susan,’ I said, recognizing reluctantly the force of her argument. ‘You sure ain’t doing a whole hell of a lot for my ego!’ ‘Au contraire, Ron. Au contraire!’ said Susan with emphasis. ‘The important thing is that you did not know you were being filmed. The fact that your partner did and perhaps engaged in a bit of acting does not in the slightest degree diminish your performance.’ ‘What do you mean, ‘Performance!’,’ I said, again heatedly. ‘I was not performing — at least not.