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They talked hurriedly back and forth, as my uncle, distracted, looked on peevishly. Lubricating oil, but we have none to spare.” I knew what the old clench-purse wanted, otherwise why would he tell me? We'll go and get it.” I answered casually, indicating the older daughter.
Still displaying my obvious erection, I took out my purse from the neck of my boot and jingled it in my hand. 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 never asked, nor cared, if my friends experienced anything like that. I stopped in my tracks and stared at them, and suddenly the golden orbs of their hooded eyes blinked in surprised and turned into two little half moons of delight as they giggled in my direction.
To be more accurate, they giggled in the direction of my hard on.