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I didn’t let them know the real reason was because I was a cheating bastard that the engagement was called off. They seemed ok with just letting it go as we arrived at our destination, 230 Fifth Rooftop Bar. We had to go one block over to go to a parking garage then walk over. Just like at Johnny’s Reef when the girls exited the jeep all eyes were on them, from the parking attendants, people on the street and people in their cars. Entering the lobby area there were a few guys and girls waiting for the elevator and teen as we walked up next to them I whispered to both Brittany and Carmella, “Do you guys always cause this type of disturbance?” They both looked and me and smiled with Carmella answering, “It’s a gift and a curse James but by the looks of it you are the envy of every guy here and I bet you like that, huh?” I gave a nod then gave a quick kiss on the lips to Brittany then kissed Carmella on the cheek and replied, “You know me so-well.” Carmella giggled and shook her head as we entered the elevator. 230 Fifth Rooftop Bar is an exquisite place located on the Corner of 27th Street and 5th Ave. Look it up on Google because I couldn’t do it justice by describing it. This indian vast, greenery-lined rooftop bar is one of New York's largest rooftop gardens, filled with one-of-a-kind furniture pieces and palm trees. Unobstructed views of the Empire State Building to the north, the Met Life building to the east, and Jersey to the west. It's also open year-round thanks to heat lamps and inflatable Solo igloos, making the winter rooftop scene just as enticing. One word- PERFECTION. Walking into the place, I must say, I was impressed by the scenery. Both, Brittany and Carmella seemed equally as impressed if the smile on their faces were any indicator. The first thing that caught my attention was how vibrant the colors looked and the music. All three of us walked over to the penthouse bar as the DJ was playing Pray for Me by The Weeknd & Kendrick Lamar. I asked the girls what they wanted with Brittany requesting a White Peach Martini and Carmella saying she wanted a Bellini. I get what I always get which is some sort of Mojito and in amateur this babe case, they had two to choose from. I started with a Raspberry Mojito. We got our drinks and started to explore the area. The place was magnificent. This is a place I will come back to with my boys as well as Amanda and Liz. As DJ Khaled’s Wild Thoughts started to play I took the hand of Carmella and Brittany and escorted them to the dance floor. We had a great time dancing and drinking throughout the night. I quickly noticed that they both like teasing me a lot. With both of them rubbing their assess against my crotch my dick was in heaven and hell at the same time because it wanted to be let loose on these two but a nigga ain’t gonna complain. We probably danced to 5 straight songs before I tapped out as I whispered to Brittany, “You guys are making my dick hard. I need to go calm down for a bit.” She giggled, kissed me and replied apologetically, “I’m sorry baby.” As I was about to walk away she grabbed my crotch and joked, “I will help you with that later.” Walking to the bar I had to adjust my dick in my pants and I ordered a Gin Cucumber Mojito. Watching two sexy women dancing with one another is hot as hell. But watching Brittany and Carmella dance together was a scorching inferno. As Daddy Yankee’s song ‘Dura’ was playing I could not keep my eyes off them. I was in a trance with how their bodies moved. Her purple eyes gleamed as she stared at me. My cum dribbled down her thighs. That confirmed it and released him from all of the guilt he felt concerning the dirty thoughts about them and the things he wanted to see them do, and do to them. "How do you feel about gay men?" one of the sisters asked without raising her hand. Beside he is so big you would make a better lunch.” She was wearing a red dress, tight in the bodice to show off her tits, low-cut into the cleavage, in shimmery swirls down her long, black-stockinged legs. Never did. “Why?” I asked, feeling very much like the inexperienced babe girl staring back at me. It was her new single. “Whipped!” that one asshole shouted again then grunted. With a last fond Solo look over his stall door, she left the Milking Room. It was a beautiful April Fool’s Day, 1993, in the mile-high city. “Well, I'm off to the head. You're going to love it. Stephanie’s job was to take Zane to her bedroom and “distract” him until they were ready for him. “Since when?” Mike asked while he laughed. To his self-disgust, his erection had not subsided at all. Although she was a pretty girl, her aura was awash in an unpleasant mist of mustard and mud that could seem to find no peace as it swirled slowly around her. I look around to make sure no one was teen watching us and we quickly get dressed and are on our way again. On occasion she would bring a guy home and take him up to indian her room. I was once called insane by a pretty little brunet just before I nicked her carotid artery. Two days later we got home to find both amateur mine and Ryan’s bikes missing from the garage. it tingles" she says as she looks at them. They were on a winning streak that they couldn't lose now, led to victory by Shelena, the sophomore star quarterback. She heard the bumping again. Kate threw back the covers and started to kiss her way down my body until she reached my hard shaft. Her facial features are stunning and to top it off, she has a perky personality. David and I found out together when I had the car accident. A polite lady came to the front desk.