Not entirely, no...

It hadn't taken much to convince Shmi to come with them. Nice as it was to get railed all day, every day now that Rey was all grown up and taking care of herself, the Slutwalker MILF was looking for a bit more variety in life - even if it was just in the size and shape of the cocks she took. One congratulatory, tongue-filled kiss between mother and daughter later, the pair were accompanying Qui-Gon and Padme back to their starship, a sleek chrome yacht that looked utterly out of place on Tatooine. The guards waiting at the boarding ramp did a double take on seeing the Slutwalkers approach, both clad in skort, sleeveless tunics with plunging necklines that showed off plenty of cleavage. Rey and Shmi were about to drop to their knees and show both men the caliber of cocksucking they could expect for the rest of the journey, when the younger whore and Qui-Gon both turned to see a dark shape approaching at high speed.

"Padme," the Jedi shouted, reaching down for a small silver cylinder on his belt, "get Rey and Shmi aboard!" Scarcely had he finished speaking than the dark blur was right on top of them, a figure wrapped in a black robe leaping from its back as the now-identifiable speeder bike coasted to a stop a few dozen metres away. A bright green blade of light sprung into being from Qui-Gon's weapon, clashing with a crackling red blade as the cloaked figure lunged at him. The guards hustled the women up the ramp, unable to fire at the attacker without hitting their ally. Rey watched, transfixed by both the flash and crackle of lightsabers and the swirling storm of the **** around the two.

There was a green flash as Qui-Gon's blade found its way past the dark figure's guard, and Rey gasped in surprise as their robes fell away in tatters...