"Okay, thanks," I said. I wove my way through the mass of bodies in the direction indicated. I had only gone maybe a half-dozen sliding steps when som...body thrust a plastic cup of foamy beer into my hand."You look thirsty," a voice said. I never did see my benefactor. I wasn't much of a beer drinker, but it was hot and the liquid was cold. It went down easily.I finally made my way around the porch and saw Bryan perched on the railing. Melanie was sitting in a big wicker chair across from him.. Then there came a romantic and very hot song on TV where the same situation was shown – both hero and heroine passionately having a smooch. By watching those scenes, she pulled my hair and started kissing me all over my face.We were looking into each other’s eyes and we smooched slowly. Our smooch was very slow and passionate now. Our lips were sucking each other and slowly, our action started picking up the pace. Then we were smooching hard and aggressively.Aarti caught my hair for better grip. " She pulled my head down to kiss me, then said, "Well, at least I know one man that seems to like me in bed and I sure like him in bed, and him in me," as she wiggled her butt while I stroked in and out of her. I had taken her hands and raised them above her head onto the mattress above her, holding them down and was arched over her, my cock slowly running down deeply inside her, then slowly back up out of her, over and over and over. "Oh, Ron, I've never felt so good, I'll do anything you. Andrew's cross!" Then she turned to the others. "Titties are called 'fun bags' in the fetish community -- you can do a lot -- and make it VERY painful -- without actually permanently damaging anything. For instance, you can nail them to a board..."Ron eyed her with new respect. "THAT's an idea!" We can brainstorm," she told Ron. "I have a pretty good idea what looks awful but isn't permanent and I'm a nurse -- and Robert, here, is a doctor. We can probably find plenty of incentives for perfect.