"What do you think of this?" she asked. I spun in my chair, turning to face her, to appraise her.
I looked her over from top to bottom. She had replaced her pink top with a black one, a little less snug over big t**s, but still very flattering, nonetheless. She replaced her grey skirt with a light, summery blue one, cut just over her knees in a diagonal s***h. She looked very good.
"Eh..." I said, shrugging, acting like I wasn't impressed. "Do you want to wear black on a day like this?" I asked. She rolled her eyes, and stomped away. "Sorry!" I called out.
"Yeah, you're right," she called out, stepping into her bedroom and shutting the door. Both of these outfits were more than good enough, but I liked making her mad.
The score in the game was 27-7 by the time I heard Mom approach. I t
