A Nephilim. Coach laughed when I said that. According to him, the Nephilim had the power of whatever fallen angel sired them. As the son of Lucifer, t...e most powerful of all angels, I was more powerful than most beings. Potentially more powerful than the pagan gods and goddesses of the Underworld themselves. That was a comforting thought. Slowly but surely, I learned what I could do. Once activated, my abilities kicked in. It was eerie. One day I was a normal guy, the next I could do amazing. ‘Welcome to Starfleet Academy’s Practical Captaining 101 class. I’m Capt. Don of the USS Bonneville and we just kicked some Klingon ass!’ ‘The whole academy is talking about how you and your crew saved Deep Space Hooters from having no wings for the cricket match and defeated a Klingon battle cruiser in space combat,’ said a sexy female cadet in the first row of class. ‘That and we were able to deliver much needed medical supplies as well,’ bragged Capt. Don. ‘Cadets, I can’t stress importance. I gave my wife a please no look. She said yes and told me to stand up show her. I did i what i was told. I only hard on my pink panties and i felt like and exhibit ir something. She then asked to see the balls and move the panties aside and they dropped down. She asked are they ass smooth as they look, i replied yes for a few days till the hair grows back. With no warning she just reached out and rubbef them. And she kept them in her hand while taking to my wife. My wife seemed to enjoy it,. She could smell the whiskyon his breath. Michelle brought both of her knees close to her chest andkicked out at Tommy's body with twenty years of uncorked rage.The kick from any women would have stunned most men. Michelle though,was still physically still a man. This coupled with the rage she felt,made the kick devastating. The stiletto heels concentrated the force ofthe kick into two tiny points. One in Tommy's left thigh, the other inhis testicles. He screamed in an unnaturally high pitch and.