Palmer replied, “That was quite some little speech young lady, I do hope that you meant everything that you said.”“Yes sir, I did, and I know th...t I speak for my sister as well when I say that if one of us needs to be punished then we expect all of us to be punished.”“Very admirable young lady, let’s hope that it doesn’t come to that. What does your father do for a living?”“He’s a plumber sir.”“Is he any good?”“I’m bound to say that he is sir but he has been running his own business for nearly. But it's not his mind she's interested in. He has the face of a film-star and the body of a demi-god. He knows this and he takes good care of himself. He is clean-shaven with the square-jawed, rugged features of a Maratha. His nose is strong and straight, his cheeks sexily hollowed, his lips full and wide and sensual and his teeth are white and strong. His eyes are dark and deep-set under thick eyebrows. His hair is thick and dark. His body is stunning; she knows he lifts weights and works out. Faced with no alternative I positioned myself closer and slid my cock into Fran’s pussy and started to pump her, slowly at first, but then faster, which made her whole body wobble and shake as her fleshy belly and breasts hung down. I reached under her and stroked her large belly as it rippled and then stretching I grabbed and roughly groped one of Fran’s heavy tits. As I pumped Fran moans were muffled in Sue’s pussy, but I could hear them getting louder and louder, and I could feel her. Once out of the well, we were back on the pony of choice, riding in the opposite direction, and pleasantly surprised to find that we had become that which we had wished for. Each of us had become our Mothers Daughter's. Somehow, as we went back on the ponies we soon realized we were wearing the clothes we had set out to wear before the old things passed away. Some transformation, I thought. Our growing and budding breasts were ours. Our vaginas were real, and each of us discovered that we had.