I fondly recall having a few teachers built like Inga, but they usually wore minidresses & shrugs to their classes. Sometimes though, phys-ed necessitated anatomy lessons, which is when the clothes on the shortest teacher came off and her heaving curves rolled out and milk spurted akimbo, her laughter joining the gymnasium's. Then her brother would walk in and drop his trousers, which sent his twin medicine balls bouncing and his third leg swaying in wild figure-eights, eliciting cries of delight from the girls!
Does Inga teach any classes? I think she'd make a great yoga teacher!