. to do this somewhere out of the way, Judy thought. No one can ever know about this ... no one at all... Judy finally got to the room. With a weary ...hake of her head, she jiggled the key into the lock, and pushed open the door. Room 237 was small and cramped. Judy thought it smelled vaguely of mildew as she walked into the room – the walls were an ugly off-white hue, with a few watery-looking stains running down them. There wasn't much in the plain, barren room except for a queen-sized bed,. Masterbating rather guiltily.to my amazement i shoot my load almost immiediatley.what the hells the matter with me i thought.i got up to go to the bathroom realising i had a cum filled tissue in my hand,oh no raynors got up at the same time.shit ill have to pretend i got a runny nose.yuk.the smell of spunk.raynor grunted good morning as i courteiousley let her go to the bathroom ahead of me.i realised her door was ajar and im afraid i couldnt help myself i took a peak.no dildo.i went back to. So, I had on my leg warmers, arm warmers and wind vest. I also had a lightweight rain jacket in my jersey pocket. The heavier rain gear I left in the Jeep, as Tori was going to drive it today as our ‘sag’. I had chosen to wear just a generic style jersey. I always shied away from wearing team kit as I was no longer racing and didn’t want to appear as a ‘poser’. A ‘poser’ is quite often a ‘Fred’ who is all decked out in professional racing kit, all the way down to socks, helmet, the whole. "Fill it in," she ordered glaring down at me."I can't." Why not?" Because I'm not sure who most are." What do you mean 'most'?" I never really knew alotta the guys." Just how many guys are we talking about?" I looked at the floor and shrugged my shoulder. "I asked you a question young lady." I'm not sure," I said not lifting my eyes. I suddenly felt very ashamed."Is it like 20 or 25 different boys?" I shook my head. "MORE?!"I nodded. "50?" I shrugged my shoulders. "MORE?" I nodded."Oh, my God,.