They drew names from a hat for Christmas gifts. Each team member was responsible for getting a gift for the person whose name he drew. I ended up with...Mitch Jackson's name. Mitch was a fellow sophomore and our backup punter.Many of the team members headed over to the player's lounge after dinner to relax and watch Sunday night football. The late afternoon game was the Carolina Panthers versus the Tampa Bay Buccaneers. Carolina had already clinched the division title. The Bucs were fighting for. " I will." as I turned toward the door.My mom is 35 years old and stands five feet and two inches with a slender build with what looks to be a size B cup tits and a nice sexy round butt with just a little bit of flare to her hips, brown eyes and a dark brown hair down to the middle of her back, with a little bit of curl that starts at the base of her neck.At the time I just stood five feet four inches and really pretty skinny with brown eyes and red hair, which some of the k**s teased me some. Dr. Farina thought that time release shots would be best under the circumstances and showed me how to do my own every two weeks. I felt another growth spurt coming on before the prom. I was sore and my nipples were hard all the time. They showed through absolutely everything I wore. Oh, well! By prom time, Bert's testes were back inside me and his little penis didn't even require a control panty. I swear it was back to about the size it was when Bert was about eight or nine and I thought. So I texted her something like "Thank you for a wonderful night last night, I had a terrific time and hope to see you again soon" and waited to see whether she took the bait.Pretty quickly she came back with "I think you have the wrong number" and a crying laughing emoji- so at least I had her intriuged. I texted back "Nice one, don't try and wind me up" and she obviously came back insisting she wasn't. I gave it the old "I must have written it down wrong" and she was laughing saying perhaps.