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Your eyes open to a familiar scene before you. You are back in your high school years, seated in a familiar classroom amidst the clamor of the afterschool bell. You look around to see all your classmates mill around noisily, and not really taking much notice of you as you stay seated when they started to move off. Silently, you watch them pile up at the door and slowly disappear into the hallway, chattering, laughing and trudging out like diligent little ants to their daily school schedule. When they were all outside, the door closed shut, leaving you in almost complete silence. That was when you saw her sitting by her desk sorting through today's papers. A familiar person from yesteryear and beyond. Mrs Cory Carlisle was your English teacher. She was relatively strict but you remembered her as the hottie that every red blooded male in your class had dreamed of and potentially fapped to. This included your horny little self, and you had always wanted to see at least a bit of a nip slip on the normally prudent but kindly teacher of yours. You normally see her in floral tops and knee length skirts, which was what she was wearing now. Before you could say anything, you see her finish sorting out her stuff before getting up from her seat. Thinking that she might not have noticed you yet, you try to get up to leave but what happens next made your jaw drop to the floor.

Mrs Carlisle began to strip. You watch with eyes glued onto her bodily features as she shed her top to reveal the white bra beneath. You gulp as she unzipped her skirt to let it plop down onto the floor, for you to ogle at the matching white panties that covered her modesty. Then, she seemed to look up at you, causing your blood to rush as she slowly tapped her half naked way towards you with a relatively straight face. When she was directly in front of your desk, she stopped, reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. The moment you saw her glorious tits bounce out from her removing it, you stiffen up to maximum overdrive, the tent in your pants growing much much harder as you watch her reach for her panties to pull it straight down to her ankles. Your eyes fixed on her exposed pussy lips, hair trimmed neatly and glorious to behold just a few feet in front of you. You remove your gaze from her pussy back up to the familiar spectacled face, unable to say a single word.