So we were drinking and discussing about her life. We were little high and sitting very close, she said her head is paining a little, so I asked her d... you need a head massage, she had medium length hair, so I opened her hair and started massaging, she was liking it and enjoying it, from head I was coming down a little and massaging her neck, she is milky white, from neck I came down to her shoulder, she was also liking it, her shirt was disturbing , so I said her to open one or two buttons for. So ... I don’t. My route took me through Judith Gap ... between the west end of the Big Snowys and the east end of the Little Belts.Then it was the Bulls, the Pryors, the Big Horns and the Wolf Mountains. I was never farther away from nasty big rocks than fifty miles.Flying in high winds, fifty miles is a horseshoe leaner. In overcast it’s damn near a ringer. I didn’t want any ringers. Montana makes it hard to fly around the rocks ... the damn things are everywhere.I made it.I called the ranch. I made it as long and slender as possible and pushed it into her and out, using a slow twisting motion. At the same time, I rubbed my thumb over the opening I had just abandoned, lightly rubbing her anal opening in small circles. Her hips seemed to have a mind of their own, undulating up and down as I ministered to their center.To now I had just barely touched her clitoris. I was getting much pleasure from what I was doing and I didn't want to chance it's premature end. I had already seen how. ”“They live at a distillery?” asked Megan.Nick laughed. “Not quite. They own the entire mountain and the distillery at the bottom of it. Don’t worry, it will make sense after you see it. Watch for the sign. You’ll love it!”“They own a mountain?” asked Jenny.Her brother shrugged. “Not really. It’s more than a hill, though, at least to me. What’s the difference, anyway? What’s the definition of a mountain?” That train of thought ended when he pointed and said, “There’s the distillery, so bear to.