Cole. Her hair was short and natural black, a rarity; she had two large, round, possibly 36F size breasts; her waist was about forty-eight inches, but...that didn’t matter because her ass was the perfect size; her long legs were very slim compared to the rest of her body. They were big, yes, but not huge. Everything about her was perfect.One afternoon, after seventh hour, I was on my way home when Mrs. Cole calls me over to the class.“I need some yard work done tomorrow after school. Do you think. It's very important. We need to know if you're feeling the least bit of wear and tear."I promised I'd speak up if I felt the slightest twinge. But the fact was, although I got physically tired, my arm never seemed to get sore. Bill was right: I had a rubber arm.On the days other than my every-other-day pitching schedule, I engaged in some running and light workouts designed to assure that I maintained the best possible physical conditioning all winter long, and to try to build size and muscle. I leaned forward and gently bit her neck, sending her to another powerful release. She stopped her movements and stood up turning around to face me. I looked down her body to see little streams of her cum escaping her pussy and running down her thigh. She noticed me starring at it and quickly wiped it up with her finger. Without saying a word she pressed it to my lips and I opened my mouth sucking in her finger that was covered in her juices. She tasted so amazing that I wanted as much of her. He was still hobbled and wasn’t moving fast. The man was pulling on his halter when I took aim at his lower back. I wanted to take his legs from under him. When I shot, I saw him fall forward, yelping like a wounded dog before his sounds quickly became a whimper, then silence.He was quiet for the rest of the night, but I kept watch beside Red.At daylight, I put my britches and boots on, then walked out to the crick to where the men lay dead. One was in the shallow water. He was hung up on some.