All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Big Boobs Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life. If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century. Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but only if acknowledgment of copyright and statement of limitation of use is included with the article. This story is copyright (c) 2019 by The Technician. Individual readers may archive and/or print single copies of this story for personal, non-commercial use. Production of multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly forbidden. Prologue 01: The Truce is Made Carlo Benito didn’t want to make the truce, but Hardcore something had to be done to stop the killing. The five gangs were interracial dropping each other’s members on an almost daily basis and the cops bbw didn’t seem to care. One of the West Forty-Nines said that he had solid information that the cops were waiting for them to kill each other off before they stepped in and took down the winner. A truce was absolutely necessary, and this time it had to be a truce that could be enforced. There had been truces before between some of the gangs, but they had only lasted a few months, or even just a few weeks. This had to be a truce that held and it had to be a truce among all five gangs. The leaders of the five gangs met at a neutral spot, a church located more or less at the intersection of the gangs’ territories. One of the priests there had helped negotiate the meeting. It didn’t take long to work out the details of a truce. Boundaries were already set. The five areas were culturally different. So, as much of an issue as that might be in other parts of the city, it wasn’t here. This wasn’t a war about territory, at least not as in territory under solid control where the people living there owed allegiance to a particular gang. This war was about illicit business. This was a war over where you could sell your product, whatever it was. There was also concern about being able to move through each others’ areas without triggering conflict. After many hours of discussion, an agreement was reached on exact boundaries; on free passage through each others’ territories; and blowjob most importantly, that none of the five would do anything or make any sales within the other gangs’ territories. That simple agreement would bring peace. The problem was that none of the gang leaders trusted each other. Emmanuel Gomez, from the North Thirties said that he wouldn’t believe the others were sincere unless they swore on their mothers’ graves. “My mother’s still alive,” Carlo responded angrily. “You will just have to take my word at face value.” The response to that was laughter from the other four gang chiefs. He started fucking me furiously. When done with that I could see he was well hung. after he finished with a tight knot he stepped towards my other leg. Slowly at first, her tongue running up through the hair, bbw then a little firmer, eventually her tongue touched my labia and it made me shiver. It hit the ground but immediately rose back up into the air, floating like the men. She twirled around and the skirt rose up, showing off her naked ass and pussy! Maria's round breasts jiggled. I liked fighting naked, iron cock hard, my most vulnerable part of me exposed, showing how little I feared my opponent. "No fucking way..." Cristin said. He cared for us all. I was so wet he really had no trouble of penetrating me with speed and energy. Kyle shrugged. As we entered the house, he moved his pointer finger up to his lips gesturing to be quiet. That definitely got my cock stirring. Do Hardcore you want to taste it?" I can’t even finish it all! Fleeing was the only way he could save us. "You didn’t know this was going to happen? The little studio room would be soundproof which gave me an idea. "Jesus Christ Jake, haven’t you ever hear of knocking? “Yes, love it. blowjob My sister is crying freely now. By now, Kyle had forgotten. I lowered my face to the carpet in a submissive position, pressing my hip back against him hard. Enjoy it!” One cock pressed against her face and another interracial slid up and down her pussy slit. I look into the class and Miss Davidson is sitting alone at her front desk Big Boobs peering at her laptop.