Actually, the whole evening had started badly and just seemed to get worse. I introduced myself at the door of the initiate and briefly met the mother... She looked nervous and I wasn't invited in. The father was no where in sight, thankfully. I knew something was really wrong when the young girl I was to escort bounced up to the open door giggling about this being her first formal dance.As soon as she said that, I looked more closely at the mother and suddenly recognized her as being a society. My good friend surprised me by boldly asking if I wanted to lick her P. I was taken aback a bit, both from seeing her naked for the first time, and confused by her kinky invitation. Was P just an abbreviation for pussy, or did she actually want me to lick her pee? The way she was swinging her legs reminded me of someone trying to hold it in before going to the bathroom. I hesitated long enough and promptly got on my knees to eat her out. She avoided this for so long, I didn’t want her to have. Currently we used plastic camp dishes, which had been provided with the kitchen unit. My thought was to replace most of them with wood. We could make cups, plates, bowls, and utensils. My sister Jane decided to take it on and she quickly had half a dozen volunteers to help her out. My sister-in-law Heather decided that she'd try to make some furniture from wood. We were still eating off the collapsible picnic tables that had been provided to us when we first got here. Heather thought she could. I have to admit that I was not entirely confident about the coming day; over the years, I’d been taught, or had learned, how to behave ‘properly’ in a wide variety of social situations, but assisting my girlfriend at a porno shoot had NOT been one of them. Not even at college when, under the guidance of our professors, we’d role-played potential stressful situations we might encounter as hospital administrators, had this possibility been covered. I mean, it’s not like I was worried about.