When he’d made it down to her other foot, his kissed the outside of her thigh as he ran his fingers back up the inside of her leg. Ever so slowly, t...ey moved up her thigh, getting closer and closer. A finger circled her snatch, then did it again, just outside the edge of her lips. She knew he was looking right at her pussy, could see how wet she was, could see her asshole, too. It felt like she was on display for him, that it was even more revealing than the first time she’d played with herself. OOOHHHH, GGGAAAARRRRY, FFFUUUUUCCCKKKK MMMMEEEEEE,' I cried, Gary did just that. Gary reached behind him and took my feet in each of his hands and pulled them to my head. My butt was up off the bed providing him with true access to my aching butt hole. Gary grind deeper and deeper into my butt till my inner sphincter muscle went wild, I could not hold back any longer. I gripped his hair in my hands and pulled his face to mine and tried to kiss his face off his head. I bucked and sucked his. "Yeah, i'm fine, just distracted a little." I replied, never taking my eyes off her."Well what were you thinking about?" She said as she slid over to me across the bed, and i caught a slight smell of her amazing perfume. Her eyes locked with mine and our faces were now only a foot away from each other. Her perfume was now all around me, enthralling, intoxicating. I felt a little tingle go down into my crotch."I.....I...was.." I stammered back, i couldn't keep my eyes of hers, deep and blue,. A true hopeless loser doesn't even want to become a winner. They are actually happy to be hopeless losers. I understand their view completely.You may think that now that my sister had decided I counted, it meant that I had only to use some traditional romance and my sister would soon be wishing she could marry me. However, there are two problems with a traditional approach. The first problem is that marriage implies that we would be equals, which is not what I want at all. Though most men might.