As the train rattled along the tracks, Mrs. Veronica West, a voluptuous English teacher with a penchant for wearing low-cut blouses, stood in the crowded carriage, clutching a strap overhead. Her ample breasts, barely contained by her bra, jiggled with the movement of the train. Unbeknownst to her, two mischievous students, Tom and Jack, were eyeing her from across the aisle.

"Check out the rack on that teacher!" Tom nudged Jack, who couldn't help but stare.

"Yeah, man, they're huge!" Jack replied, his voice barely a whisper.

The boys, both 18 and in their final year of high school, had been known to cause trouble in the past. They had a knack for finding mischief, and this time, their attention was firmly fixed on Mrs. West.

As the train lurched to a stop, Tom and Jack positioned themselves behind Mrs. West, who was still holding onto the strap. They pretended to be looking out the window, but their eyes were trained on the teacher's reflection in the glass. They could see the outline of her bra under her blouse, and they knew that with just a slight adjustment, they could catch a glimpse of her bare breasts.