“Well you seem fine now, so I shall be on my way.”“What! Not going to try to get a fucking grope, or a fucking date for being Mr. Super Fucking ...ero and saving me from ... whatever.” She snapped.“Not a chance. Foul-mouthed ingratiates are not my scene at all.” I said as politely as I could manage, before walking away.“Shit!” I heard her yell in obvious pain.I turned around and saw her kneeling on the ground. I looked around, hoping someone else would go to her rescue, but her loud and foul. “I cannot shoot my load into you Ann,” Will said. “I am not prepared. I have no condoms. I will have to shoot onto your stomach or tits.”“Will, fuck me. I am on the pill.”“Are you sure you are okay going bareback?” he asked, “I promise I am clean.”“So am I, now fuck me damn it.”Not needing a second invitation, Will kneeled behind me and positioned his cock at my opening. Very slowly he inserted his cock, not sure if I was telling the truth or not about being a virgin. When he did not reach any. She’d have to get to know the two better and slowly sound them out, she decided, and came quietly out of her hiding place and walked silently down the little trail amid the bushes, further away from the main path to the creek and towards a quieter, more precipitous path that she had heard of from Fred. The little path ended in a small thicket of trees, and she ducked behind one to look for a way through. While she was crouched there she heard a rustling a short way away on her left; she sneaked. She was hot and not just from the oven. We both knew why we were there, and it wasn’t about baking croissants.Michelle leaned over the stove and pulled up her uniform dress and pulled down her panties. There was just enough time for me to undo my own uniform and quickly plunge my eight-inch injector into her lady locks, pumping with repeated bursts until she was filled with my creams. “Happiness is a good filling,” she giggled when we finished. I agreed. Unfortunately, the croissants came out.