Tiffany packed what clothes she could and called a cab. She had him take her to the bank where she cleaned out hers and Steve’s account, and then on...to the airport where she caught a plane. Flying high above the clouds, Tiffany was thinking, “I made it! I’m finally free!”After she landed and debarked from the plane, Tiffany called Angie and said, “I’m here.”“You were supposed to let me know when you were coming so that I could meet you,” Angie said.“It was kind of spur of the moment,” Tiffany. Without a thought she shifted her feet as she heard Max approach, letting him jump onto the other half of the couch as he lay on top of her. Eyes glued to her phone Daisy absentmindedly scratched at his head as she quickly came up with some excuses to her friends as to why she was only replying now. Max didn’t make a sound, but as he shifted his weight, she felt something rub against her leg. It was hard and hot, and unmistakeably Max’s cock. Finally, given enough reason to look up, Daisy. Well I got the car and headed to her house. In those days you had to go to the door so I was early and her mother invited me in the house. She said LeeAnn was not home yet from band practice, so I sat and we talked for a minute. I noticed her mother was wearing just a robe and not much else, because her tits were really loose and swaying when she walked or moved. I was watching her and thinking what a body she had and I know she was aware of my eyes on her tits.She said "I want you to know that. "It was him, wasn't it?" She asked when we were alone."Yes," I said softly, dropping my eyes from hers. "I'm sorry for putting you on the spot like that; I just didn't want them to use the excuse of not talking to you as a reason to come back later. Now they don't have that excuse." So why did you shake his hand?" Jamie wanted me to touch him. She said if I hadn't touched the guy at the bank she wouldn't have been able to do what she did there. It worked too, she showed me what he was.