This was playoff season. Kara asked me if I wanted to come over the next Saturday night and watch the game. I thought about the last time. My pussy tingled. I said yes.

Saturday morning Kara texted me.

"Still coming tonight?"

"Yes."

"You'll never guess what happened last night," she texted

"What?"

"Mom and I are sitting in the kitchen reviewing snacks for tonight's game. We were just chatting when out of the blue she asks, 'If it's a game and we're serving, should we all wear something special? You know, give the guys a treat.'

"I was stunned. 'Like what?' I asked.

"'Team jerseys as dresses?' she suggested.

"I...