This child is a male and not even one of the bloodline. And, yet, he is so susceptible. That feather touch should not have affected him. Yet, it did. ... do not understand. Perhaps, he is a sensitive. That would be typical. The gods gift him with power and an inhuman face so he cannot wield the power. Obviously, a male deity watched over this one's birth, no female would have been so cruel. Well, perhaps, Hera would, but then, well ... It is most likely best not to think of such things. I shall. Never planning on actually using it. "Do you needsome help?" I heard him ask. It was then that I knew I had to get out.I took a deep breath, did a quick check in my mirror and opened thesliding side door. He stood right in front of it with a huge smile on hisface. It was the trucker with the hat, the older man that I just left. "Isee you have a flat, baby girl, come on let me help you with it." He hada slight southern accent and he was tall. He then grabbed my hand andhelped me out of the van.. She sucked his cock as hard as she could, rapidly puffing and puckering her cheeks around his hard-on, whipping her fist up and down his cock-stalk.Finally, she cradled his hairy young balls with her other hand, tenderly cupping and warming them, trying to coax the sperm out of his hard, young nuts."Oh, Mom! Here it cums, Mom! Ahhhh!" He held her head and jerked his hips hard, nearly choking his prick-sucking mom as she slurped noisily on his gigantic prick. Then the boy's heavy load of hot,. What a waste she thought. This much to offer a man and it is going to waste. But not for much longer.Doug and Martha had gone steady during the last two years of high school, had become engaged the day after graduation and had married one year after that. The first five years had been very good and then, slowly, things had gotten ho-hum and common place, at least as far as Martha was concerned. He had a good job and made good money and Martha, since finding out that the two of them couldn't.