"They added a few bumps and turns from last year race." Last years winner said as she smiled at the hunks of flesh the young men in the race were. Eve... in their skiwear. "Watch yourself and GO!"The racers were off in a colorful blur of ski jacket colors. In the front of the line was John's girlfriend Jennifer with her long raven hair that reached all the way to her rear end. She twitched her hips around the bumps on the slope and took off into the air as she jumped a few of the mountain's. I started to moan softly, my hips swaying as I thrust my pelvis at the group.“Lie down on the floor and do yourself”, said a different male voice.I sat myself down and lay back. Opening my legs, I gave the room as good view of my pussy as I worked my clit again for them. My wetness would now be fully public as it glistened around my exposed and open vagina, resembling a small pink clam. I rubbed my clitty furiously and my breasts rose and fell quickly in time with my short gasps. They fell. "All I see are a bunch of sluts. Tell me, how much is it to fuck that one up there? The redhead with all the slutty piercings?"I am keeping my anger in check, but just barely. "I'll tell you what, sir. Come with me, and we can discuss it. We can't talk about such things here on the property."He quickly jumps up, and follows me outside. "Good, now that we are no longer in there, let me tell you that you are no longer welcome here, and don't ever come back." I leave him sputtering on the curb as. I fell off to sleep trying to not think ofMatt. He was two years older and rode four days a week. He was unlikemany riders due to his size, nearly two hundred but over an inch tallerthan me and in great shape.I got up to pee and I checked my weight; I was 130 pounds for the firsttime since I'd turned eighteen. The night was long, but I did fall backasleep, waking an hour late.The workout yesterday had helped calm me so I checked my E-mail as Imade the coffee. Dressing in my sports bra reminded.