Susan Storm nee Richards.

As he pulled off his mask he heard footsteps coming from his right. Turning toward the approaching presence, he could only thank his lucky stars again that Johnny Storm wasn't a telepath since friend or no he would most certainly not appreciate the thoughts Peter was having about Johnny's older sister.

Coming in at about four inches below his own height of five foot ten inches, she was always quite the sight for sore eyes. Whether her blonde hair reached her shoulders in a slightly longer style/smaller ponytail or only touched the back of her ears in a bob cut, she seemed to have the instinct of a model as to what would best accent her soft features; liberally helped along by naturally long eyelashes that framed sky blue eyes. When he'd first known her, she'd been mostly leg with some ass but not too much up top. Her two pregnancies however had changed that dramatically: bumping her up from a large B cup to a medium C during the time she carried Franklin and with Valeria she'd gone from that C to a fairly solid D. The rest of the baby weight that most women gained had seemed to be put fairly solidly on her hips and her ass, making her into what Peter sometimes thought of in private as an Ur-Super-Milf. The fuckable superheroine mother template so to speak.

"Hey Sue." He greeted, his right hand coming up in a quick friendly wave.

Her response was a bit of a surprise to him, seeing as how it was to languidly bring her arms around his neck and bring her lips to his in a searing kiss that rivaled Black Cat for sheer sexuality.

His eyes closed and his hands automatically came to her hips in order to hold on as her tongue briefly tapped his lips as though asking permission to enter. As his mouth opened in surprise, her tongue darted into his mouth: wrestling playfully with his own as a sinful purr welled up in her throat that Peter knew was going to give him a steering fin in his spandex. He was proven right seconds later as his cock hardened into steel: pressing into his spandex but trapped in his own costume between his own and Susan's stomach.

As she slowly pulled back from him, his eyes were closed for a few more seconds before his brain finally completed its reboot and fully registered what had just happened. As they opened to a shocked wideness, he couldn't help the involuntary exclaimation that escaped his mouth.

"Holy. Fucking. Shit."

Sue's arms remained around his neck as she chuckled in a combination of what Peter recognized as amusement and lust.

"My thoughts exactly Peter." She said.

She brought her lips close to his ear before whispering into it.

"It's been too long. Find me in my room if you're as eager to catch up as I am."

As she turned away and walked back down the hallway, her hips subtly swinging from side to side, Peter tried to decide if he should follow her or escape the cameras that had undoubtedly recorded Reed's wife practically **** his mouth just now.