A curious find.

The next day Nick decided to break into Mary Jane and Peter's cabana again, desiring another set of panties, or perhaps he'd get lucky again and get another MJ encounter.

"Mmmm.. I'd love to rub her down and be her loofah," Katzenberg said laughing as he snuck over to the Parker's cabana.

He made sure his "nephew" was able to get him some free time by running interference with Parker. He didnt care if he bumped into MJ. In fact, he was hoping for it.

As he approached the cabana door, he knocked knowing they should be gone. Waiting a minute or two, and looking around, he jiggled the handle of the door.

*Kachunk* *Kachunk*

"fuck...locked," he muttered quietly.

He pulled out his lockpin kit, a photographer's necessity if you take the candid shots he did, and with a slight twist...

*click*

The door opened.

Knowing his time was short, he started to ransack the luggage cases, hoping to hit a jackpot of MJ lingerie. He opened a suitcase and was a bit taken back from what he saw inside.

"Spider-man?" He asked as he pulled out the hood and the costume.

"no fucking way," he said as he took a picure or two.

Still in disbelief, he tossed it back and dug a bit deeper, finding 2 pairs of web shooters.

"Still... this could all be bullshit. Only way I can know for sure.... would be to... do something... something to fuck with Petey's day. And if he is Spidey...hehehe... oh it might be a bad day."

Testing his theory, he bent the web shooter nozzles to see if Spider-Man will have an issue.

Carefully putting everything back, he dove into MJ's luggage and snatched a pair of lacey black thongs. He dove his face into them, inhaling deeply.

"Ahhhhhhh... a souvenir from my trip to the Poconos."

He shoved the stolen underwear down his own pants, lavishing in the feel of them against his own stiffening cock.

Debating whether or not he had the time to squeeze one out, he decided to go for it. He had probably spurted off a gallon or two of his loads to Mary Jane's pictures, he figured why not let her know what she was responsible for.

He pulled down his pants zipper... *zippppp* and tugging out his meat shaft started going to town stroking his cock. He once again, pushed the silky black fabric against his thick cock head ensure their friction would get him to cum.

"Ohhh yeahhhh.... fuckkk yeahhh.... Nnnghh.... so fuckin.... tight...... MJ....."

He didn't put his full effort into it. This was quite the rush job, but the job was complete none-the-less.

"Fuckin...... Take.... It...... MJ..." he grunted out, releasing load after load into her nice, tidy panty. The milky, white cream globbed into the crotch of the lingerie, a pool of spunk.

He breathed heavy, stashing the panty back into MJ's suitcase.

"*PHEW*.... That was good, but I bet the real thing is fucking mind blowing...."

Laughing, he carefully placed the scene as neat as it was before (except for one soiled panty), and closed the door, making sure it was locked behind him.

"If that idiot Peter Parker is really the web-swinging moron.... I'll have Mary Jane Watson as mine and only mine... forever."

As he walked away one last thought creeped into the creep's mind

*Fuck... lost another keepsake...*