My dick was desperately trying to escape my pants and attack her as though it were a predator. She must have felt it rubbing against her stomach becau...e she started pressing herself down on me and starting doing grinding motions with my body so to rub my cock, this felt heavenly I almost came right there but somehow didn’t. After a while of this she reached down between us and wrapped her hand around my cock in my pants, it felt nice but slightly uncomfortable but thankfully she stopped rubbing. They wouldn't listen to her. They ran around like little self propelled crash cars. They screamed all the time, for no reason or any reason. They threw things, ate the art supplies. She hadn't accomplished anything at all. And to top it off someone was banging on the door to the room. How in the world had it gotten locked? She opened it to find a handsome young man standing there, a piece of paper in his hand."Uh... Miss Thompson?" he asked, peering past her to the chaos in the room."Yes?" she. ”“I’ll say, Stretch.” Chuckled the Thing, smirking up at the reporter trying to get her dishevelled hair back in place as she reported the city returning to normal. “No more creepy crawlies scurrying up the building.”“I hope Spider-Man is okay, that woman REALLY had it in for him.” Worried Susan, her arms crossed as she listened to the news feed. Showing the photograph of Adriana Soria… And what she turned into after Agent Venom finished her off. NOW? Now she was being carted away with a. Grey could not see anything in the distance behind him that could have fallen off, so he popped the hood angrily. Nothing in the motor was clogged, nor was anything low on fuel or oil. It seemed completely intact, with the one exception that it would not start whatsoever for him. Grey twisted his key in the ignition dozens of times; bending the key even more than it was before. Finally, he tried to tackle the motor in a sad attempt to jar it into working, and he flew back about five feet after.