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 close up 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 mom 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. 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 beautiful 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 hard core 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. He had no idea what I really had in mind. The Jawa daughter did though, the one who had spoken turning back to look directly at me now, her golden eyes shining in her hood, and when I stopped and looked over at her, she came walking over to me, her gaze never wavering. The obvious hard on jutting out from my trousers elicited another giggle from her sister, but breasts the taller one who had been elected as my oil buyer seemed to breathe a little faster as she came up to me, giving me a very distinct nod before we both turned and made from the round recessed dome of the garage that led down underground. Once inside those cool, shadowed confines, little time was wasted. The Jawa girl only paused long enough to raise a pretty finger up in front of her hood with a 'shhh' gesture, and she turned and looked back out and up the steps to make sure everyone was supposed to be where they were. It would be a good hour yet, judging from the looks of heavy bargaining going on, and so we were more or less safe. She straightened back up with a giggle, turning back to me and chittering about it all in her own language as if this was the most normal thing in the world. Her golden eyes widened again when I swallow hard and jingled my coins again for her. She nodded just once, her delicate hands held at her sides, and as I started counting out coins, she continued to talk to me as we stood on opposite sides of the narrow access way. I didn't have a chance of understanding a word of what she said, but somehow, more through tone than anything, we completed our bargain. “Yes, you're going to hard core lick my pussy, every morning, Mom!” my sister moaned. Jimmy thought for a moment then cautiously asked, “Have you ever considered self-gratification?” I... I push your legs up and start to lick your asshole. Cindy was scared mom - but she didn't show her fear. breasts Sarah’s close up gaze turned to the dead girl’s face, her eyes wide open but dead, with a wide smile on her face. You shift forward on the edge of the chair beautiful and open your legs wider to allow a greater access to you. I ripped open the door and he jumped back a little. It was like someone was stimulating every nerve ending, in her body. And just realizing that almost made me cum again. “That's really a sin.” Having sucked Amy's brother's cock not an hour earlier, she began to display what she had learned from that act as she pursed her lips, making his entry more and more difficult . . . I could see it was after nine. Malin called in sick, technically on time but just. I started kissing her musky wet pussy inhaling her sex scent deeply. In the stands, the fucking had already begun. Musad glanced at Kasim, who had been dialing up the electric current on the torture device they've been using on the poor girl, Mira. “Yup, we need cock,” said Cindy, matter-of-factly. "AAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIEEEEEEE." She slipped inside and gave John a very erotic wink. “Oh you little bitch, you’re playing with fire now.” Really Kevin...???