A teen beauty queen, she had gotten herself in to Rensselaer Institut Polytechnique in Albany on here contest winnings. She had yet to declare a major... but was leaning toward Electrical or Mechanical Engineering. The pair were about the same height, and shared straight, brown hair and a fit build. They also shared a marked preference for t-shirts, although Matt wore his loose, while Clair's were always tight, showing off her full C-cups. She had on a pair of loose sweatpants, her preferred. I moved her from position to position; taking her from every angle, burying myself within her, and within the fantasy. As I a felt the wave of organism rise up before me I pulled out grabbing her hair and positioning myself to cum all over her face, closed my eyes, let out a roar of pleasure “Yeah, Layla take it over your face, bitch.” I said as I came all over my wife’s face. As I opened my eyes my wife laid there covered in cum with tears slowly rolling down her cheeks. I’d never came on. . But your tool is too big for me. I told, then hold your breath – she cooperated. She took a deep breath, I just thrust my tool & it went half – she cried out “hahyoooo” – but took control and started moving up & down very slowly; but her face showed full pain!!I: if it is painful, I don’t want to hurt you.L: no sir, I like this pain too…I extended both the hands to hold her mangoes which were dangling, (making her more difficult) & played with it. Slowly, she gained the momentum – started. She gave us one of her pleasing smiles and said, "Bring it on, I am a big girl".I had no sooner reached my office than the phone rang. It was the Major in charge of the security force. He commenced, "Our intelligence specialist have investigated the organizers of the convention as you requested and his conclusions are very disquieting. After dropping considerable cash and as a last resort some head knocking that cannot be traced back to us, it definitely was organized by the head of a cartel.