Unlike most women, I happen to love football season, but usually have enough
respect for you that I stay clear during the games…. One Sunday, I had to
break my rule… Green Bay was playing Denver, and I had to see that game. I
waited as long as I could, until close to the end of the first quarter,
figuring I would not be intruding too much, and slipped into the den quietly. I
placed a fresh beer in front of you and curled up on the couch, prepared to get
involved with the game. I was not surprized in the least when you did not even
appear to notice my presence, but just reached for that fresh drink. Cool, I
figured I could get away with just quietly watching the game.

Commercial break… no reaction. The game was pretty intense, with Green Bay
in possession of the ball, 4 points up, at the end of the quarter. You stun me
on a crucial 3rd down play by grabbing me and pulling me towards you, settling
me in close to you. As the first plays of the second quarter unfold in front
of us, you begin caressing and exploring my tits. You absently pulled my shirt
and bra off, and continue playing, never taking your eyes from the screen. I
help you along by wiggling out of my shorts and panties, and kick them off to
the side….