The eroticism of her breasts being placed firmly outward was not lost to her as she looked at herself in the mirror. The skirt was tight, short, and v...ry revealing to say the least. Barely long enough to cover her ass cheeks, it allowed for the pink panties to peek out from the hemline as she walked.By the time she was finished, Master’s car was coming up the driveway. She took one final look in the mirror and smiled. She was perfection, and Master would be proud of her. As she walked down. She sat in front of the mirror looking at her blonde tresses thinking that she might have made a mistake in coloring her hair for this vacation. She hardly recognized the woman in the mirror thinking she looked like some addicted Marilyn Monroe fan with not a brain in her head.She mollified her self esteem by telling herself, “At least its real and not a wig like some of these middle-aged broads with a blonde hair and blue eyed fetish from childhood.”Trish hesitated to put on her. Finally, as Rose and Eve led me away, I was surprised that they weren't as upset about leaving as I was. I decided they must be anxious to start their journey of exploration, traveling on the train and going to New York and Tennessee."We can't wait to get you alone," Eve said, squeezing my arm tightly as we headed for the train.Oh well, I was wrong on that one. It wasn't the first time, especially when it came to women.Eve and I were naked in my berth before the train ever left the. Luckily she does not look over at me, but instead goes for the shorts and puts them on. She glances over at me just as she reaches for the tank top, so I quickly get back to looking for a shirt. I think she noticed me because once she got the tank top on she asked if she could borrow a pair of my underwear. My heart began beating faster because I knew that I had been caught, but I just went along with it in hopes that I was wrong. I got a shirt for her and my boxers then walked over to her and.