It was like there was a slight bulge on the right side of her pallid acne-scarred face. Her stomach had a small pot belly. She was the ultimate wallfl...wer. She blended into the background, never drawing attention to herself.I hadn't really noticed her myself, until we were assigned randomly as lab partners in chemistry class. It was probably my weakest course in my sophomore year.I was going over the assignment sheet trying to understand how to set up the equipment, when Mabel spoke up in a. As the pain in my groin subsided, I started to get turned on. She pulled off her panties last, and I noticed that she had shaved off her pubic hair. I didn't know that would turn me on even more, but it did. Now completely naked, she reached up to her hair and pulled it off, revealing a bald scalp underneath. I knew that she wasn't naturally bald, as I had helped her dye her hair on several occassions, but I couldn't even see any stubble... it was as though she had waxed her head. Still. As she breathed in and out, her luscious big tits with their rosy pink nipples rose and fell in unison with her breathing. My head also rose and fell in unison with her tits as my heart pounded. During my father's examination of Cindy's chest, he cupped first one tit in his hand and then the other as he lifted them to listen underneath with his stethoscope. Then came the breast examination. I watched as my father the Doctor pushed and prodded and lifted those glorious, firm, smooth, round. "Kit? Are you ok?" I heard a gasp, then a few seconds later, a shaky, "Go away, Mike. I'm fine." She didn't sound fine to me, so I cracked the door open and stuck my head in. Kit was lying on her stomach on her bed, tears as obvious on her face as the shock at seeing me there."MIKE! What are you doing? Get out of my room!" Look, Kit, I heard you crying in here. If you want to talk to me about it, I promise it won't go any further." Thanks to our father, the psychiatrist, everything emotional.