He extended his arm out to Christine.

He grabbed her arm and led her into the stadium after entering the arena. He had a great time walking into the packed stadium while accompanied by a stunning woman. He saw that Christine had the exact same thought as him. She gave him a kind grin and seemed to take pleasure in the occasion. He escorted her into the arena and took her up the stairs to a viewing area where she could see her daughter. He became aware that others were looking at him and her as they ascended the stairs, and he wondered whether it was because he was with her.

Clare watched as they took a seat at the table. She gave them a wave when she saw they were watching. The coach brought his players onto the field as the first half was coming to a close so that they could get ready for the break. Before leading the team out onto the field, Clare gave a wave to the crowd.

They saw the victory of the drill team. As soon as she was announced as the Team Captain, Clare jumped and did the splits. Michael was shaken to his core.

He hushed Christine and said, "If I did that, you'd have to carry me off the field in tears." Christine nodded.

"Me too," she responded as she caught his gaze and continued talking.

Michael and Christine both showed their support for the drill squad by cheering them on. Nobody mistook the cries they were making for those of football fans.

As the terrible football group was about to take the field, the drill team packed up and fled. Clare gave a friendly wave as she walked in.

In his ear, Christine hushed him and said, "Let's leave."

No football? What about Michael?

Michael put out his hand to gesture. Christine reached out and grabbed it.

"Shall we?"

"Let's depart. The man Clare is dating has already made four interceptions with his throws.

Michael laughed at her and then assisted her in leaving. He was aware of more than one set of eyes on them.

They did not engage in much conversation as they traveled back home. Both seemed to be processing what had occurred earlier in the evening.

She was conscious of the fact that she desired him. This evening had shown that he was an admirable . He was able to carry on a conversation, he had a sense of humor, and he was about as adorable as a button. She couldn't help but wonder whether or not he was as as wonderful in bed as he was outside of it.

Michael guided her vehicle into the driveway using the parking brake. She put her hand on the door doorknob and tried to open it.

"Wait!" he yelled out. "There might be spies working for my mother!"

She couldn't help but laugh, but she held her laughter in check as she waited for him to exit the vehicle, come around to her side, and open the door for her. She accepted his offer of a hand, and then she got out of the vehicle using his assistance.

"Thanks. "I'm sure your mother is looking down on you with pride right now," she assured him.

"God, I pray that it is. She would whip me with a leather strap when I was a child. "If there's anything I did wrong, I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't tell her," he joked to her.

She said to him, "If she were here, I would sing your praises," as she started going toward the home.

She turned around and heard him remark, "That's nice to know,"

She turned the key in the lock and opened the door for them both. It had not yet reached its peak. When she glanced at the clock, she saw that it was only 9:30. She was surprised.

Once they went inside, she said that it was still early. "Would you want to watch some TV, or do anything else?"

He said, "That sounds excellent."

Christine proceeded to take a seat on the sofa. She invited him to join her by gesturing with a pat of her palm for him to take a seat next to her. He made his way over to the sofa and sat down next to her. After living with them for about a month,  he had never been this intimate with her. The few occasions that he had watched television with them, he did it either on the love seat or in the chair that was set apart from the others. Throughout it all, he had maintained a very courteous demeanor.

Christine discovered a romantic comedy asked  whether he would be interested in seeing it.

He responded with "Sure"

The movie immediately began playing once she clicked the button on the screen to accept the purchase agreement. After just a few brief seconds, the previews began to play. Even before the movie began, she had the premonition that the first fifteen minutes were going to be complete garbage.

She took a long breath as she turned to Michael and gazed intently into his beautiful blue eyes. She then took another deep breath.

She spoke in a trembling voice, saying, "Michael, I want to thank you for today."

He began to react by saying, "Oh, that was nothing..."

"Michael, believe me," she pleaded with him, "It was something  It was quite significant to me in many ways. You cooked for me, you accompanied me to the football game like a hero in shining armor, and you made me feel better than I had in the last five years. Believe me when I say that I am indebted to you for everything."

"Alright, then... "," he stuttered, at a loss for words for the first time in his life.

She moved closer to him and gave him a kiss on the lips in an innocent manner.

After they had severed their touch, she said the word "thanks."

Michael didn't utter a thing. He brought her closer to himself by wrapping his arm around her neck and bringing her toward him. His lips came in contact with hers. In contrast to the gentle kiss she had just given him, she could feel his lips pressing firmly on hers. His lips were desperately trying to find hers. She could feel his tongue searching for hers as it passed past his lips. She opened her mouth a little further and experienced a jolt of excitement as their tongues met.

Christine was taken aback when Michael abruptly pulled away and pushed her aside after they had been passionately kissing one another.

He questioned her name, "Christine." "And Clare, what about her? When does she plan on returning?"

"After every game, she goes out with that dipshit, um, I mean Porter. " At the earliest, she won't be back in the house until midnight.

He responded with a "Oh, alright" before resuming his passionate kissing of her. His hands explored her upper body and came over her large breasts. As his hands kneaded her breasts, she felt a tingling sensation throughout her body. As his fingers searched for and located her nipples, she felt a burst of electricity go through her body at that very moment.

She exclaimed, "God!"

Then, while Michael massaged and aroused her, she reflected on the past at the same time. She was dating a guy who was 13 years her junior. After delivering her ex one kid, then a pair of twins, she became a large and unattractive lady and her ex eventually left her for another woman who was ten years his younger. As is his custom, he was unwilling to part up any of his money in order to cover the costs of repairing the damage caused by delivery. It's quite likely that he was merely looking for someone younger and more attractive to date.

Michael suddenly severed his physical contact with her and hurriedly stated, "Baby, I need to tell you something."

"What, sweetheart?" she questioned.

He said, "It's been a very long time since I've...er...done something like to this."

She said, "How much longer?"

"It's been almost a year. You are the first lady I've been with since I was divorced, and I've been married twice before."

"Nearly a year?" she questioned.

He looked at me with a perplexed eyebrow arched.

"Baby, it's been almost five years since I've been with a guy."

He couldn't believe it and exclaimed, "Five years?"

"Yeah, five years," he said. When my spouse left me, my primary focus became being a parent. I wasn't concerned about finding a sexual partner," she said.

He responded by saying, "I simply can't believe that a lady who looks like you couldn't get laid in five years."

"Oh, Michael, you completely missed the point. I didn't say I COULDN'T get laid. I merely claimed I didn't get laid. I focused all of my anxiety on my kid and ignored any other concerns. After my spouse left me, raising our kid became my first responsibility."

, "Well, would you mind if I said something perhaps improper about your ex-husband?"

"No. "I have no objections," she responded.

Michael assured her that her former partner "is arguably the dumbest son-of-a-bitch in the history of the planet."

Her question was, "Now why don't we don't we simply go to the bedroom?

Christine stated to him, "I don't make it a habit of inviting guys to my bedroom, but when one can be such a gentleman, it makes that choice a lot simpler," as she grabbed his hand and led him to her bedroom. "I don't make it a practice of asking men to my bedroom," she said.

He stuttered, "Christine, I...," as he attempted to speak.

Christine swung around and pushed her index finger to his lips in an upright position.

"Shhhhh...," she whispered to him. It is not necessary for you to utter a single word.

She went on by saying, "You're doing so well at the moment." She smiled knowingly at him as she stated, "At this rate, someone's definitely going to get fortunate," as she pointed out the obvious.

Michael went into the bedroom after her, hesitantly following her. Because he had to pass by her room on his way to the bathroom, he was able to get a glimpse of the inside, but he was never really permitted to enter. It was well decorated with fine furnishings made of hardwood, including a canopy bed with four posts and a four poster canopy. The bed was given the illusion of being surrounded by a wall by a delicate netting that hung from each corner of the bedframe and created a frame for the bed. There were openings on each of the bed's four sides.

After closing the door behind her, Christine walked over to Michael and joined him at her bedside. She didn't say a word as she wrapped her arm around his neck and drew him into a passionate kiss, but the kiss was full of feeling. He became aware of her hands moving below his pullover top and feeling his belly and chest . He put his hands beneath her sweatshirt and moved them up her body till he came across the underwire of her bra. This action gave him the confidence to continue. He skillfully maneuvered his hands around her back, located the clasp of her bra, and then released it.

He slid his hands back around to the front, ran them under her bra, and then cradled her lovely breasts with his hands, his thumbs and forefingers seeking her nipples. He felt her tremble as he did this, and his thumbs and forefingers found her nipples.

Michael could feel her hands fumbling about for the hem of the pullover top he was wearing, and then he could feel her starting to pull the garment over his head. He raised his arms to make room for her to slip it off over him. The same thing happened with him, except this time he grabbed the bottom of her sweater and pulled it off over her head. She then looked him in the eyes, took the straps of her bra, and pushed it down, then discarded it on the floor next to her sweater. This was all done after she had discarded her sweater. He couldn't get over how magnificent her breasts were.

After regaining control of each other, they fell into the bed together, with Christine coming down first and Michael falling on top of her. They seemed to be thinking the same thing . Michael's hands went back to her beautiful breasts, and he started kneading and fondling them a. He was aware of her hand falling to his groin at that moment. As Christine's fingers fell upon his cock and she held it through his pants, he was ecstatic and as rigid as a rock within his jeans. He was a total gentleman.

Although he was not porn star enormous, he packed enough that he never had any grounds for complaining about his physique.

Michael let one of his hands to explore Christine's crotch area. As his hand moved to rest between her legs, he was able to feel the warmth of her body through the jeans she was wearing. As he touched her there, she let out a low groan and looked away briefly. Her fingers fumbled with the button and zipper on his pants as she stood there. He did the same thing, attempting to remove her impossible-to-wear pants off her body.

Michael then sat himself up in bed and grabbed her pants by the waist after he had successfully undone her jeans. Christine assisted him in removing her pants by lifting her hips as he pulled them off of her, leaving her wearing just her scanty thong underwear.

Michael stood next to the bed, giddy and eager to get down to business, and he started taking off his trousers. Because they weren't tied, removing them was as easy as sliding them off. As Christine watched, he then took the next step, which was to slide his boxer briefs down, so exposing his sore and throbbing cock. When she first noticed his size and how aroused he was, her eyes widened in response.

After that, he went back to the bed and laid down next to Christine. He then started kissing and sucking her magnificently erect nipples as he dropped his head so that it was between her breasts. After he had kissed Christine on both of her breasts, he started kissing his way down Christine's muscular body until he reached the "V" that is formed between her legs. While he was gently kissing Christine on the inside of her thighs, he saw that she began to quiver and groan in pleasure. He inserted one finger inside her panty to coax it to the side so that he could reach her pussy and pull it out of the way. When he moved the object out of the way, he was able to see that her pussy had been meticulously shaven. He immediately jumped in and started licking and kissing her womanhood as soon as he got close.

"Oh God! Just get it together! He overheard her exclaim, "I want you inside of me right now!" She had a hold of him by both of his ears, and she was dragging him higher.

He used both hands to pull her pant legs down as he resisted her attempts to pull him away, and she assisted him by rising her hips once more. He went back to kissing her pussy, which caused her to wriggle and writhe in discomfort.

"Now! I want you inside me immediately! I really can't take it any longer! She said in a hushed voice.

He started kissing his way up her body, and once he was between her legs, he settled his torso there. Still, she was yanking on his ears and furiously trying to get him away from her.

He began kissing her on the neck and worked his way up to her face, where he found her hungry lips. Around the same moment, he was aware of the tip of his cock sliding in between her legs. He felt her heat envelop the tip of his cock as he slid between her slick and moist folds. He gently probed his cock back and forth in a circular motion.

He could feel Christine tensing up under him as she became aware that he was going to pierce her.

Michael exerted a little amount of pressure. He felt his cock enter between her lips and glide deep inside her. He pulled back and then shoved her again when there was around three inches of cock inside of her. He slid even further inside her.

"Oh gosh! She cried and said, "You are so enormous!"

He stated it in a surprised tone, "Am I harming you?"

"God no! Please hand it on to me. "

He removed his hand once again before charging back into the fray. His cock was up to its balls in balls. As he felt the tip of his cock pressing against her cervix deep within her, his balls were pressing firmly on her moist labia, and he could feel the pressure.

"Oh gosh! I can literally feel you in the pit of my stomach. You are so profound!" she said to herself.

He supported himself on his elbows above her and started to gently pump his cock in and out as he did so. He was aware that due to his lack of sexual stimulation, he would quickly come if he began fucking her at an excessively rapid pace. As he moved his arm back and forth over her body, he eventually reached her lips and kissed her in an intense and ardent manner.

"I adore your cock!" she said in a low voice.

He warned her, "You're going to make me come!" and she laughed.

"Mmmmmm. She responded with a hushed voice, "I want to feel you cumming inside of me."

He continued to rub her as he felt the muscles in his scrotum and balls contracting in preparation for the delivery of their payload of baby-making components into her uterus. With each stroke, he struck with more force and went more deeply. Because he was so relentless with his fucking, he could feel Christine tensing up below him.

Michael was just starting to feel the beginnings of an orgasmic sensation when it hit him full force. After letting out a long, low sigh, he began to feel intense waves of pleasure hit him. The sexual tension that had been building up inside of him for a long year finally spilled out of his cock.

Michael looked down and watched Christine's eyes go wide as his cock discharged a torrent of hot cream deep into Christine's body. The cream was sticky.

She exclaimed in astonishment, "Oh!" as his hot seed began to fill her up.

When it finally broke free, the point of his cock was pressing firmly on her cervix since it had been buried so far within her. He continued to pump his cock in and out of her, driving his nut even farther into her with each stroke, and he felt his warmth exploding into her, spreading over her womb, and leaking down the side of her pussy as he did so. He also felt his warmth seeping down the side of her pussy.