“Hey so that fantasy of yours... were you serious or was that just dirty talk?”She was referring to the night before, while she was mounted on top...of me riding my cock I had told her about wanting her to become a Hotwife. About how I fantasized and jerked off to the thought of her fucking other men. It was a fantasy I had brought up before during sex. “I mean it is something I would be very into, if you were. I never want to make you feel like you have to or anything but if it was up to me. Otherwise show me your back and keep going." That's cold." That's the deal. Have you seen any bodies yet? That's cold." She shrank in on herself and wrapped her arms around her chest, head down. I guess she had."Deal." Got any stuff?" She nodded. "Get it. I'll wait." I sat on the bumper and killed time until she returned with a duffel and a backpack. "Toss 'em in the back and climb in." I was headed for an antique car dealer. She kept taking quick glances at me as we drove."You know that most. I understand ... ok, we’ll be in the office in a few minutes.”“What happened,” Taylor asked when she hung up the phone.By this point, those calls had been happening all too frequently; and they almost always meant something bad.“An IRS office in Wichita was bombed late last night. The offices were closed, so no one got hurt, but the bomb squad is saying they think it might have been C4.”“Wichita? What the hell?”“I know. This is making no sense. Rollins wants us to go to the office and start. .”“Better?!” exclaimed Cameron. He continued in a softer voice. “Babe, if we weren’t in a crowded restaurant I would show you ‘better.’” He drank the rest of the glass.“Who cares about them? What’s stopping you?” she asked with a devilish grin.That gave Cameron pause for a moment. Then he leaned forward, reached across the table, and grabbed her left tit roughly through her tank top, brushing the nipple with his thumb. Her tit filled his large hand nicely, and was soft but firm. He would never.