She had worn a sports bra under her shirt which was disappointing but her lacey panties were soft and smelled amazing. My cock was leaking cum and I s...eared some into her sports bra. To my surprise, as I was rooting in her bag, I brushed across a familiar feeling item and pulled two condoms out of her bag. I looked at the window and saw her bouncing in the pool in her skin tight one piece suit. Some boy was getting very lucky, getting to explore that tight body.I grabbed her mom's bag and. If we can find her, then we’ll know when and where to ambush him to succeed in our goals.”Antagony smiled. “An ambush. Excellent. Fine. We’ll find the Oracle.”“I thought you’d like the plan,” the deva said.The pad of footsteps prickled my spine. I glanced back to see Captain Spite marching up. The nixie wore pantaloons and a band of cloth around her breasts. Her hermaphrodite-dick bulged before her. Unlike amazons, she permanently had her cock.”“Take me with you,” said Captain Spite said, her. She doubled up, trying to squeeze out the pain that came in waves in the pit of her stomach. Her long black hair cascaded onto her knees. She stood breathing hard like a racehorse that had run its race, nostrils flaring, black eyes opening wide with pain and then narrowing. Obsessively raking her lower lip with her regular white teeth. Oh God.Mum had been right, she was genetically predisposed to horrible, exceptional period pain. Why was Mum trekking through the Thai jungle now? She was needed. My erect shaft extended up and away from my hairless pelvic mound. The jocks pouch had two openings in it which allowed my pronounced cock and distended balls to jut out. The black waistband of the jockstrap skirted my narrow waist just below my smooth, rippled belly and the elastic straps encased my creamy, white bubble butt, highlighting its roundness. I thought I looked sexy and queer and nasty and hot and...well, like a gay porn star. I turned and faced my Uncle, posing for him. "Mmmmmm.