Paul, one of the camera guys was telling a bunch of us about a conversation he overheard between Dylan and her husband a few days ago. "Things haven't...been as blissful as they hoped", he said. Adding that Dylan was upset with hubby over the passed few weeks. Seems he had some issues with her success and the fact that she was the major bread earner. The guys joked about how lucky the dude was and what a waste it was to let her go unfulfilled.With a fresh pot nearing completion, Dylan bent over. The handpicked squad of Secret Service agents chafed at being hidden out of sight, but were heavily armed and anxious to get in on the take down. We all agreed that everyone that showed up with Cutler was going into the ground to keep disclosure from causing a constitutional crisis. Niceties of probable cause, and reasonable proof went out the window, and the safety of the United States president took first place in every discussion about tactics, engagement, and procedures.Our plan was to take. Even my balls were getting hot from the lotion leaking down and the friction from his balls on mine. I thought I was going to explode as my whole body temperature was rising, as the heat radiated from my ass. I started crying out in a long involuntary moan. I couldn’t hold back or hide the impending orgasm. It was the most intense orgasm I ever had. My colon started to spasm and I gushed out the biggest load of cum, in my life, in my panties. I cried out like a woman being double penetrated in. “Just because your mother had them doesn’t mean that you have to have them.”“We know.” We both replied in stereo.“Are you really sure that this is what you want?”“Yes daddy.” We both replied in stereo.“Well okay then, but there’s 2 things that I must insist on. Firstly that you go to a properly qualified person to get them done.”“Can’t you do it in the garage?” Beaver asked. “Just joking.” She added.“I should hope so Beaver. Oh I do like your names and I’m so glad that you’ve gone back to using.