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As you and Shaak Ti undress each other, her bedroom door slides shut silently behind you. The Jedi Master's skin is pale and soft beneath your hands, with a network of fading scars on her sides marking her dedication to the Order. Your hearts race in unison as she guides you onto the bed, lowering herself onto you. She clasps her fingers together over her head, biting down on her bottom lip.

With each thrust, you can feel your connection to the Force grow stronger. The weight of her breasts press against your chest and her hips grind against yours in perfect rhythm. Despite years of training and discipline, Shaak Ti moans softly with pleasure as her body surrenders to this forbidden act. Her dark brown eyes meet yours, holding an unspoken promise that this won't be their last time together.

Without breaking their connection, Shaak Ti gives you a sultry smile and introduces the newcomer to the room: "Luminara... this is my Padawan, Connor." The tall Cathar woman leans in closer, her warm breath tickling your ear as she continues. "Connor... this is Luminara Unduli, one of my oldest friends and a fellow Jedi Master." Then, with a gentle nudge from Shaak Ti, Luminara climbs onto the bed between you all.

As you hear moaning coming from one of the barns on your family farm, you can't help but feel a mixture of shock and arousal course through your veins. You hesitate for a moment before mustering up the courage to investigate further. As you quietly push open the creaking stable door, the dim light reveals your 44-year old mother, Carol, on her hands and knees in the straw, her skirt hiked up around her waist. She's clearly in the midst of some sort of animalistic tryst with one of the horses.

Your heart races as you watch from a distance, unsure of how to react or if you should even intervene. The horse mounts her roughly, filling her up with his warmth and strength. Her moans become louder now, muffled by the straw beneath her. Despite knowing that this behavior goes against everything your family has ever stood for, you find yourself unable to look away from the primal scene unfolding before you.

Caught off guard, you whirl around to face your 51-year old aunt, Mary. She stands before you, her expression a mixture of lust and curiosity. Her dark brown eyes bore into yours as she slowly undoes the top button of her blouse. "What are you doing out here?" she breathes, her words laced with desire.

Before you can respond, she pushes you back against the stable wall and begins to kiss you hungrily. Her firm breasts press against your chest, her hands exploring every inch of your body. You feel yourself growing hard beneath her touch. As your aunt works on undressing you, the sounds of your mother's forbidden tryst with the horse grow louder and more intense from inside the barn.

As your aunt roughly takes you, the straw pricks at your skin and the sounds of pleasure echo through the barn. Her experience shows as she expertly grinds against you, building up an intense heat deep within your loins. Your mother's moans grow louder, but instead of distracting you, they add fuel to the fire. You feel a shiver run down your spine as her warmth engulfs you and the sensation of being taken by two women - one human, one animal - washes over you in a wave of forbidden ecstasy.