To be more accurate, they giggled in the direction of my hard on. I was startled as I realized my cock had responded to these Jawa females all on it's own, and it was straining in a direct tent out from my dune trousers right at them. Well, that wouldn't go unnoticed for long! I made some excuse to quickly sit down on the fender of my speeder, praying my family wouldn't ask me to come over and lend a hand. Fortunately for once, my aunts and uncles being tight fisted worked in my favor, since they never really included me in trades lest I ask for something they didn't want to spend money on. Even at twenty one, they still thought of me as a kid, so they were happy to leave me where I was, just as the Jawa father was happy to leave his daughters standing around. After my initial shock, with the two females still giggling, I realized here was a rare chance for some thing extraordinary. I shifted again to show them my obvious bulge, and let my eyes roam over them freely, up and down and around those sexy frames. The girls ate it up, of course, and suddenly were making a show of meticulously cleaning the old droid, finding reasons to bend over at the waist, pose, slide and shift around seductively, and generally just exaggerating what they already knew what was on display. I sure enjoyed the show. They were giving me little peeks of under boob and the like, and giggling as they gave the back of their skirts little flips in the air. My heart was pounding and I was all but drunk with our dirty little play, unnoticed at it was, and soon I began to think of other chances. Was it possible? Could I really do this? Feel this way about Jawas? Could I really find myself wanting to? Well, it certainly was worth a try sex to see how far it would go. But even as I formulated a plan in my mind, I again questioned my attraction to them. Looking was one thing, but would I, could I, actually want, or do more? With some faceless Jawa? After all, some peoples revulsion of Jawas were that they didn't trust them, stemming from how you could never see their faces. Did fuck it pay to think about what they looked like under those hoods? After all, Tusken Raider women were revolting in the extreme. I had seen them disrobed in the Tusken Uprising history books at school. They're were akin to the males, all tight muscled bodies, flat breasts, scaly and hard, with mean, alien, fang filled faces snarling with rage. Well, if a Tusken female's body matched her face, then didn't that young apply here in the couple reverse? It didn't take much imagination on my part what that meant for Jawa girls. I took in the lithe sexiness on display in front of me, and my arousal increased. Not that these girls would ever show me their face, though. That was all but a myth, and had never happened to anyone, but right then and there I didn't need a face. What I needed was a chance to be alone with one of them for a few minutes. Still displaying my obvious erection, I took out my purse from the neck of my boot and jingled it in my hand. The result was immediate. Those golden orbs widened in surprise, but then seemed to roll over into a darker, more mischievous shade of amber. They nodded eagerly in excitement at me, barely able to contain themselves, and soon they were whispering together in that tilting, excited little chirp that passed for Jawa language. I stayed where I was, baffled and befuddled at what was to come, but the girls had obviously taken the lead and after a moment of debate, the taller Fucking one nodded firmly and then looked up past her sister to call out to her patron father. They talked hurriedly back and forth, as my uncle, distracted, looked on peevishly. Finally, their father spoke to my uncle, then his daughter, ending by making all kinds of gestures in the air, with some of them made in my direction. CLICK! Over the last two weeks she had ‘interviewed’ every single worker in the palace, every cook, guard, servant and handmaiden, searching for any that dare betray their Queen. She was going to do it. “Yes, of course, I have some work to do at the office this afternoon, so that will work out perfect,” I replied. I’d rather believe in the people who’ve helped me rather than... abstracts, like luck, fate... fortune, or whatever.” It young was cold to the touch and, yes she was certain of it, ice had started to form around the ball. More specifically, he preyed on older heterosexual Latino men. I just loved the feelings I got when he did that. Free blowjob! She squirmed, too. Then the native started to stroke his cock in and out of Mindy’s slit, sawing it back and forth. 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