She entered college and disappeared. I regained my sense and went to the parking lot. I parked my bike and went to my classroom.I was really happy to ...see her. It was my best part of the day till morning.Our class started as per the time table. Soon the bell rang for her lecture. I went straight to the first seat of my class to watch her very closely. I was eagerly waiting for her.Soon I saw a fairy with some books in her hand entering our class. She was my lovely, beautiful botany teacher. She. She swishes and swirls and is covered by the Kimono. "You must respect my modesty.". . . . . . Just about the time I've run out of my special vitamins I get introduced to Pi alum chemistry teacher Prof Winston. Angela Winston. I've never seen her out of lab clothes. She kinda has a Martha Stewart look to her and I feel warm and tingly about that. Gray blond hairdo in a layered medium style that frames her face. Her chest looks matronly, especially in the ever present white lab coat. What I. We weren't interested in touring any of the Pubs or clubs.Wednesday morning, the 4th of June, we were up early, washed up and showered down the hall in the communal bath. We returned all of our 21st century clothing home except for what we would be wearing for breakfast and on the way to the park. We removed our wards from the room, turned in our key, and had breakfast in a cafe next to the hostel.After breakfast we retraced our route of two days ago to Phoenix Park and strolled through the. She dripped from her twat as it was, feeling her juices slide down her naked thighs as they walked to the mess.It was clear that the three of them would have their hands full with this one. None of the older Hansons were prudes by any means (as witnessed by recent events), but they had the feeling that they would be desperate for the augmentations to keep up if Gina lived up to her hype. Not that they would mind, but it was a useful reminder that they weren't spring chickens, while Gina was,.