Approach Miss Hewitt

Miss Hewitt opened up the front door of the building, making a loud noise as she did so. She stumbling out to the garden by the side, kneeling down to the ground. She didn’t look well, maybe about to throw up from the looks of it.

Nothing happened however, she just knelt at the ground, trying to throw up with nothing happen. All she could do was dribble out a little bit of spit. This was very eye-opening to see. Miss Hewitt was extremely strict and didn’t seem to have much of a sense of humour or a whole lot of partying inside her.

This was a different type of person tonight.

Just to the side, Miss Hewitt couldn’t see Mark from where she was. Without any real plan, Mark snuck forward in attempt to approach her.

Suddenly acting natural as if he was just taking a long night walk, Mark came up to the gorgeous busty teacher. “You okay Miss?” he asked, trying to sound very helpful.

She turned her head slowly, her eyes looked like they were shutting on her as she kneeled down. Who-who... who are you?” she muttered, proving to Mark that she was beyond drunk right now.

The fact that she was this drunk, it gave Mark a very big opportunity to get his teacher out of her precious underwear. He decided to ignore the question at first, assuming she’d probably forget about it anyway. Mark walked up to her, put a hand on her back as she leaned over the garden.

“You need a hand getting up?” he asked her.

She just nodded, putting out her right hand which Mark grabbed, using his body strength to pull her off the ground. As soon as she regained her footing, Miss Hewitt tried to focus on her balance. Even with Mark still holding her hand, it seemed unlikely that she would be able to walk properly for long.

It was perhaps a little odd, she didn’t seem this drunk inside the building. The **** really must have hit her all at once, causing this reaction. “I think I need to throw up,” she muttered, her face quite pale.

“If that’s the case, I think I should help you get home, how far from here is your residents?”

With her head bowed, she just pointed in one direction. Slowly her feet started moving in that way, Mark stayed with her, walking by her side while also making sure she didn’t fall over.

If she really was this drunk? Could Mark use that to his advantage? Should he morally be taking her panties if she’s in this state?

These were all questions that were going through his mind as he assisted his teacher to her on campus home.