Vargas girl? Eat your heart out! Hers was the shape our men were fighting to protect and don't you forget it!Mother ... my wonderful mother, friend, c...nfidant and mentor, was, above all else, a witch, mindreader, and Teller of Fortune. Sometimes I forgot she could cast spells with her fingers and hands while calmly attending her business. Once she had a victim's eye, she could weave fantasies with her fingers.'Wendolyn?' she thought at me.'Mom?' I thought back.'Get the girls dressed and. During the next couple of weeks, we saw even more of each other. I was constantly helping her in the lab, and we'd often go for a drink afterwards. I found myself getting really frustrated. This wasn't *only* lust. I knew her quite well by then, and I absolutely had to do something. As luck would have it, one day after a lab she invited me back to her room for coffee so we could just chat, listen to some music, and relax. I had a couple of hours before I was due to meet her, so I hurried back. Her large breasts are slowly exposed, the still-firm flesh moving slightly, invitingly.She tosses her hair and leans her head back as her hand slides between her legs. I stare as her fingers trace over the brown fuzz and her legs part slightly. I move closer and watch as her fingers glide over her glistening pouty lips. She lets out a little gasp as one finger slips between the swollen lips and disappears. She lifts her head and looks into my eyes as she slowly brings herself to orgasm.I am. I noticed a substantial blonde pubic bush that matched her hair.“Okay, you see mine. Now let me see yours.”I was only two inches taller than her and possibly weighed less. I’d been beating my meat for years and it was a seven incher from all that exercise. When I finally untangled it from my underwear her eyes were fixated on my crotch. In a pleading voice I heard, “Can I touch it?” I nodded so she approached and tentatively began exploring my parts.“It’s better if you touch it a little more.