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Miss Simpson, who taught mathematics, may have been a very impressive woman in other years. Even at 50, she looked healthy, and her large breasts, although succumbing to the influence of time and gravity, were still high enough to distract somewhat from the topic of integrals that she was trying to explain to the students.

Alas, she was too conservative for her appearance. A tightly buttoned blouse, hair pulled back into a disgusting bun, a formal ankle-length skirt. The image of an old maid who lost the time of her youth behind textbooks, never meeting the man of her dreams.

The topic was complex, boring, and, for Alex, who had no intention of becoming a mathematician or programmer, absolutely uninteresting.

As usual in such a situation, he began to daydream.

“I wish you, miss, hadn’t wasted your youth like that. It would be interesting to imagine if you were still that badass in your youth and retained that enthusiasm. Although... If you really dream, it would be cool if you were still a young lustful slut... In love with me, yes. Even thirsty for me. And not ashamed of it even in front of the class! Maybe you would even be a teacher during the day, and a prostitute or stripper in the evening. Let's say by the name of Cree..."

"Alex, dear, are you dreaming again? I hope about me?"

The intrusion into the dreams of the dozing Alex turned out to be extremely unusual and unexpected. The voice was familiar, but with extremely unusual intonations. Alex could have sworn it was Miss Simpson's voice, only much younger and filled with almost unconcealed lust.

He opened his eyes and found that he was practically pressing his nose into an impressive cleavage containing definitely fake tits the size of large watermelons each.

Swallowing, he slowly looked up, although he already knew perfectly well who he would see there. The memory seemed to be split in two. He knew very well, he was sure that Miss Simpson was fifty years old and an old maid. But, he clearly remembered that he spent the night at her house today, after this lustful fury of twenty-five years old simply fucked him, screaming his name with passion so loudly that the neighbors eventually came to calm her down.

In Alex's pocket, a message tinkled on the iPhone that the lustful teacher in love with him had given him a couple of weeks ago, after a successful shift at a strip club. However, he suspected that there was more than just striptease...

Alex finally raised his eyes and met the gaze of the teacher's eyes full of passion. Her luxurious face, framed by lush waves of golden hair, only vaguely resembled the dry roach she was seconds ago.

“Darling, we agreed - in class, I’m your teacher. I like to think that you fuck me in all possible positions in your lustful mind, but save it for reality” - Jenny (Alex was no longer able to think of her as Miss Simpson, gracefully bending over and practically dumping her tits on him, straightened up. Alex realized with horror that everything she said was said out loud. And now the whole class looked at him with hatred and poorly concealed envy.

However, the guy had a much more serious problem. He was simply in a panic about what was going on in his head!

He really remembered everything. what was connected with their affair with Jenny, which had been going on for a year now. But at the same time, he was sure that he knew her as the elderly Miss Simpson! It was frightening and made me think of schizophrenia.

Fully automatic, he raised his hand:

“Jenny... Errr... Miss Simpson, can I come out - I don’t feel well.”

“Darling, what’s wrong with you!” - Jenny's face showed genuine concern. "Should I take you to the doctor?"

“No, thanks. I just need to clear my head,” the guy muttered.

“Go ahead, of course. The rest, let’s write down the integral, this is...”

Alex slammed the classroom door behind him and leaned against the wall....

“I need a drink...” he thought, after which he put his hand into the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out a flat flask of brandy.

My memory was already double as usual. Of course, he never carried any **** with him. And of course, he acquired this habit at the suggestion of Jenny, who, by the way, gave him this flask as a way to relieve stress from hard study. Moreover, as one of the most popular guys in school, his status simply meant that he had a bad habit... Stop! One of the most popular... Oh, of course, he's dating the most desirable woman in the whole school!

"No, I definitely need a drink!" Ales thought and took a huge sip of the scalding but invigorating liquid.