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Feel this way about Jawas? Could I really find myself wanting to? Well, it certainly was worth a try to see how far it would go. But even as I formulated a plan in my mind, I again cuty 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 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 apply here in the 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 adorable me their tits 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 sexy 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 one nodded firmly and then looked up past her sister to call out pussy 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. My uncle kept nodding, hearing him out impatiently. “Arion!” he called out, turning to me. “They want some oil. Lubricating oil, but we have none to spare.” I knew what the old clench-purse wanted, otherwise why would he tell me? Because he knew I had some, for my speeder, and he knew it would sweeten whatever deal he had in mind. “I have some. It's not a big deal. We'll go and get it.” I answered casually, indicating the older daughter. My uncle nodded and they went back to their haggling. My mouth was dry for more reasons than the desert heat, but I managed to make a show of fussing around my speeder like I was getting ready to head off for the garage, as the Jawa father chattered out some last minute instructions to his daughter. Of course this transaction pleased both him and my uncle, who could barely hide his pleasure at my giving in so easily. He probably thought I was finally getting on board with the running of the farm. She was naked on the tenth story balcony of a hotel with cum leaking out of her cunt and there were red marks all over her body. It was then I realised there were two big guys I’d never seen before standing at either side of me. It was now blatantly obvious I’d been out-manoeuvered pussy and was out of my league, so I silently nodded “OK”. My heavy body survived the twenty foot plunge down the well. "Why don't I lie flat on my back and you sit on me," he suggested. As I hung up, I glared at Melissa. I can only tell you that much. 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