I was going to complain? Not likely.With the exception that Tara was a hair taller and a tiny bit more buxom they were a matched set. Tara was obvious...y older than her daughter, but from a distance you'd never be able to tell that fact.Each in bra and panties pulled on a different dress to model for me. I already had a woody going and it didn't escape the two of them for an instant.Tara had put on a gorgeous red, orange, brown and green dress that was in "natures" colors blended perfectly with. I instantly knew what was coming, but I managed to hold out long enough for the two studly equines to overcome their initial fear and slowly, carefully approach me. The closer they got, the more aroused I got. By the time they reached the fence, reality had faded and an identical fantasy world had taken its place. I soon discovered that in this world, animals could talk. At least these stallions could. What are you doing here? asked one of the two studly animals as he came to a stop mere inches. Their work proves that. There is a big difference between being clever and using your brain properly. Back at her parents’ farm, she was just coasting along to suit her laziness. We have changed all that, so now she is a different personality in the same body.”Frances stared at her husband.“Reg, you are challenging my estimation of a woman, and doing it effectively. That is unheard of, my lovely man. You have changed, yourself, I can see. I must tell the girls that our husband is maturing: you. "Now here take these." I take the skirts. "Fold them before you put themin your dresser drawer." Mom hands me a bunch of tops and undershirts andpanties and shorts, skirts, skirts. I start to fold them forgetting thatI'm wearing a very short white mini skirt. I don't see mom staring at mewearing the little white mini skirt and pink Barbie top and diaper. I bendover to put stuff in the bottom drawer. I hear mom giggling not knowingshe is staring under my skirt seeing my diaper."What's so funny.