I’d never been so mesmerized by brown eyes before. Her gaze showed a caring quality that exemplified her listening ability. She was tall, standing a...round 5’8, and her skin color was a glowing caramel. The absolute best part of her though was the fact that wasn’t skinny. I’m not calling her fat, or even overweight. She was just right. She had healthy curves that screamed stare at me. And although her breasts were tightly packed into her shirt, but I could tell, so was quite busty.“You must be. I would cum hard when wearing them and used to spend the evenings trying to peek up her skirt to see what panties she had on that would fuel my new fetish.I remember the first time I wore her leotard, the fabric was soft and stretchy with a high waist, the feeling around my balls was electric and my stiff cock hidden inside always erect, when I rubbed myself through the fabric the orgasm was probably the best I had up to that point.It never occurred to me that putting them back in the laundry. .. I'm out of here loser," she said haughtily. And turning about, she began to march imperiously towards the door."Well alright then Lisa. But that image you tried so hard over the years to cultivate is going to take an awful beating when everybody in school sees this tomorrow," holding up a brown envelope containing the photos.That stopped her dead in her tracks. Her reputation was everything to her. "See what?" she asked suspiciously as she turned to face me."Aw look, don't worry about it.. Let's go, gentlemen," and then stepped through the portal.As Rick glanced at Stan the thought passed between them with no need for a communication device, 'What in the name of heaven happened to him?'When they cleared the portal Rick and Stan came to a screeching halt. Spread out before them and nestled in a shallow valley, was what looked like a military campsite. Neat rows of tents were laid out in a pattern surrounding a central square. It reminded Rick of the diagram of a Roman Cohort camp.