Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but only if acknowledgment of copyright and statement of limitation of use is included with the amateur 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 something had to be done to stop the killing. The five gangs were dropping each other’s members on an almost daily basis and the cops 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 MILF 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 Brunette 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. indian The leaders of the five gangs met at a neutral spot, anal 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 most importantly, that none Hardcore 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. I’d won. Reaching down under my arms, he pulled Brunette me to my feet. I amateur was MILF exactly as I had described. She spread her legs wider and her cunt lips wide for me. I looked at her snatch. You get to suck cock and eat cum all indian the time, don’t you? "CAN YOU SEE MY BABY COMING?" she teased. Closing his eyes, Gregor began to focus on the way he had looked at as a human. Shy motions me to come over, and I am completely under spell. Her nighty had ridden up and I could feel her small hard breasts pushing into my chest. “You’ve grown up so much sweet heart."”
She quirks a half smile. Usual party. The throne retracted from fucking them, leaving their pussy gaping and pulsing, a darker crimson than the rest of her skin. They put duct tape over my mouth to keep me from yelling for help. He had never seen her so helpless before. I looked up to the balcony, and saw my father for the first time in over a decade. Mostly. Tingles raced down to my pussy and aching cock. Now go and get the slut up. But the goblins, they sit...they sit enraptured. Feel free to watch any of them you wish" He said. You need a pimp and a body guard and all that. His hand moved down to her exposed breasts, and his fingers slowly began to rub anal her nipples. “Was that you killing someone down there?” she asked. Arm in arm, we walked Hardcore back towards home.