Hercules, God of Strength and Military Power. Athena, Goddess of Wisdom. The Olympians are a bunch of losers if you ask me. They do nothing but sleep ...round and engage in petty schemes all day. The only one I respected was Hercules, because of his strong mindset and fighting prowess in ancient times, but even he has joined their hedonistic ways recently. When I look at the Humans, I often find myself despising them. The men and women of the earth are petty and cruel. The petty women are worse. She slowly sat up, rearranging herself as the blush rose up her throat and cheeks, wondering what this quiet mystery man had seen of her whilst she slept. "I'm sorry to have startled you miss, and please don't blush on my account. Anne Rice books can get people like that sometimes. I still recall first reading Lasher and that pales into insignificance what you read now." Somehow his confidant, reassuring voice settled her slightly, although the embarrassment did not fade. "Anyway" he chuckled. “This thing is really hard to aim,” Frank complained.“That’s okay,” Tanya assured him. “I’m enjoying it…”After several more shots, she gave up and rolled over, spreading her legs.“My pussy’s a little bigger target,” she suggested. “Take a step closer and try again.”After five more shots, the BB pistol was empty and Tanya was furiously masturbating, smearing white paint all over her cunt lips and her clitoris. Frank was horny as well from watching her, and he couldn’t get his pants off fast. I said something that I hope sounded like ‘Yeah,’ but it was more of a male grunt you’d hear in a porno. So at this point, I’m taking long, slow thrusts deep into her pussy. I have my hands gripping those lovely hips, and I’m gingerly pulling them back and forth. Now I’m getting so close that I start to flick her clit to make sure she orgasms first. Again, her intuition … she says, ‘Don’t worry, you got my g-spot in spoon. I already came. But if you keep doing that, I might have a clitoral.