Magic Mountain Brewery,Londonderry Vermont. I got a sudden chill down my spine. Magic. Hadn'tTom said something about not believing in magic? Shak...ing, I closed thedoor and walked back to the computer holding the bottle.I looked up Magic Mountain Brewery and they had a pretty low-techwebsite. Just a couple pictures of Vermont-looking guys tending theirvats and some generic information about their use of local ingredients.The old me would have loved to help them with their online. He was looking at me looking at them, so I undid my pants and put my hand down my front and started rubbing myself as he watched, him with his denims at his ankles, her completely nude except for her booties, real classy.'Frida', he said to me, 'come over and let my feel you', Stella was too busy grunting, as she humped to even care I was muscling in on their sex.All three of us huddled in the cold night, his fingers were ploughing in behind my pubic bone, his pinkie, I think, was wriggling. The soft pink color of her perfectly centered nipples came to a pitch that presented themselves prominently. They looked so sensitive, so tender, just so breakable to even touch.Not to mention, the blonde covered mound that led to a fleshy curtain just waiting to be drawn open. Perfectly trimmed to the desired length Vee preferred, each strand looked as if it had its own personality. It was as if each one was telling a story. I wondered what that said about me since I kept mine smooth.I tried. Tab me bhi thoda dhila huva. ..Or vo niche se chut ko hila ne lagi. Fir me thoda upar utha or gutano k bal tina k piro k bich me beth gaya or land to chut me hi tha to mene dekha khun se bhara pada tha ..Me ne aise hi. Land bahar nikalata or andar dalta ..Aeise chod ne me jo maja aata he. Aap kabhi try karna. Or hi har ek shot ke sathe ahhh ahhh ahhh hhh uuuich uuiich. Avaje nikati rahi. Fir me usake upar let gaya or fir jor jor se jatke kar ne laga.Ur fir karib 40 min chod ne k bad. Me shant.