Ben and Taylor were drinking coffee when Tiffany came out, dressed in a yellow, short-sleeve, cotton dress. The top came down low and was cut straight across the front. Ben estimated about three inches of cleavage could be seen from her top.
'She's dressed pretty sexy for Taylor. I wonder if Mom feels she is competing with her?'
"Oh, Taylor!" Tiffany approached with her arms open and gave her a long, firm hug. She stepped back, looking at the sexy blonde. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. The situation is screwed up, but I'm fine."
"Good." Tiffany took a moment to look at Taylor's outfit. "You look cute! You probably look cute in everything you wear."
"Thanks, Tiffany! I love that dress! It fits your figure so well!" Taylor walked around Ben's mom admiring her taste in clothes. "The white he
