But I took this as a que to get behind her and move her hand for her. "let me show you." I told her. I walked behind her and slightly moved her hand. ...he turned and looked at me and I just couldn't help myself. I leaned in and kissed her passionately. For at least 5 minutes. When I broke the kiss all I said was "I'm sorry. That was wrong" then started to walk out. She grabbed me by my belt loop and pulled me close. "that was what I was waiting for" she whispered. Then we started kissing again.. I didnt mind her boobs either, each of them were huge and heavy and nearly as big as her head. Still, I wish I could little things like drive, walk regularly or, say, see which pants Im wearing. Ali and I giggled at her joke. Nikki laughed too and I think her shirt nearly tore, as tight as it was against her pregnant body. She shifted in her seat and I couldnt help after her joke to check out her ass to see it was a pair of sweat shorts cut like bikini panties, high up on her hips and revealing. She had a day or two at best before the onslaught would take place. Not that she minded the attention, far from it, during these phases; her own body clock was insisting she mate as often as possible. In gorilla terms, at eighteen she was of prime age, with no young to look after. At a fundamental level, she felt time was running out and couldn’t understand why their frantic copulation had, so far, not produced even a pregnancy. Perhaps this time, she would be successful. It didn’t seem to. We would settle down with a porn video, and suck, lick and fondle each other, me normally in my school uniform, until we would both cum heavily.This was the pattern for a good year and a half or so.At the age of 20 Tony moved out of the house and began renting his own little flat. He was working as an engineering apprentice at the time, and due to a favourite aunt and uncle of ours, he was able to get a flat very reasonably priced to rent.It was at this time that our sexual experimentation.