"Hank, come on! We're going to be late for Emma's game!" Colleen called up the stairs.
"Be right down, babe," Henrik replied. "I'll only be a minute, just grabbing my phone."
"What for? You see one football game, you'll see them all."
He walked down the stairs with a grin. "Sure, but I want to get a few shots of Emmy in action on the sidelines."
Colleen laughed. "I should have guessed."
"Can't a guy be proud of his girlfriend's daughter? Emmy's going places. Next thing we know, she'll be running the country and have men lining up with marriage proposals."
"Don't remind me! Her graduating this year already makes me feel old."
"Old my ass." Henrik gave her a deep kiss and patted her ass. "You're one sexy woman for forty-five."
"Hmmm...now I know why I switched to dating younger men from other countries." Colleen ran her hands over his broad chest and snaked her tongue in his ear. "Too bad we have to leave or I'd drag you back upstairs."
Emma walked in on their interaction dressed in her cheerleader uniform. "Damn, can't you two go five minutes without molesting each other?"
"Not quite," Henrik replied with a wink.
Colleen quickly pulled away from him, embarrassed. "Are you ready, sweetheart?" she asked Emma.
"Yeah. Thanks for giving me a ride. I didn't know how I was going to get to the game since Jason's being an asshole again and don't need a repeat lecture about driving Hank's car."
"I don't like you driving alone at night anyway," Colleen said. "By the way, Hank will bring you home since Aunt Cindy's taking me to the airport after the game."
"You have to go out of town for work again?"
"Yes, unfortunately." Colleen gave her a sly grin. "But I trust you to make sure Uncle Hank behaves himself while I'm gone."
Emma laughed. "Oh, I don't think that will be a problem. I'll kick his old man ass if he gets out of line."
"Hey!" Henrik protested. "Watch your mouth, young lady."
"Make me," Emma said with a giggle. "Race you guys to the car!"
He admired the way Emma looked as she grabbed her bag. The tight sweater accentuated her beautifully firm tits, skirt rode high on her hips, showing off her perfect round ass, its hem stopping mid-thigh, and her hair was pulled back in the ubiquitous cheerleader ponytail.
During the game, Emma realized the effect she had on Henrik and the thought of sex under the bleachers later that night got her worked up. Her cheering became more enthusiastic; she wiggled her ass seductively and kicked even higher, which gave the crowd a full view of her panties. Emma was always a bit of a show-off, and all male eyes were on her from the bleachers.
