..Back at the Robbers' barren cave hide-out, old DIck Jones, as he called himself, was doing some hard work of his own – wankin’ his goo-blaster, ...fter having done a hard-day of booty inspectin' at gunpoint, and after he squeezed out a mayonnaise blast which launched across the dirty Cave Commons-room and landed with a SPLAT! against the far cave-wall. Dick stood up and stretched his arms and was heard to have muttered "Whelp, time to get back to work. There's more womenfolk bein' a'borned. Small giggle. "Stoppp!" Not a shriek, just a hint of urgency.Denise looked equally surprised."Jason!" my niece continued. "You're twisted."I just grinned and winked. With that, the girl hesitatingly looked down along her own lanky body again, then dipped a finger into the trail of cum that was on her left cheek, and pulled it into her mouth. She made a funny face. Gack."Maybe it grows on you," she grumbled."You'll find that it does," her mom answered, soothingly."Can I wipe this ... off?" she. " Gabriela, he wants to bone us. Everyone on the team knows it; why else would he schedule a practice with just us? We spanked Park County in the last game, but he wanted us both to have a practice with him? It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure that out." Okay, smart-ass, but what should we do? We can't let him just eye-fuck us all the time; we're gonna have to go to the dean or something. We're here to play ball, not let them undress us with his eyes." Or, there is another option.". “Are we playing the guessing game again, like when we had tea?” I chuckled.“Yes. Why are we here?” she asked.“Is it always going to be like this with you?”“Are you not up to the challenge? Perhaps I’m wasting my time.”“Well,” I said, “you told me up front that you were staying at your cousin’s tonight, which was a clear signal that this wasn’t about sex, or if it was, that it was up in the air. I believe that it’s the former. In fact, I’m quite sure of it. Your standards are such that you.