Only some of them succeed, but their stories definitely serve as inspiration for other losers. A hopeless loser, on the other hand, is doomed to failu...e. 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. . on top.. of one of your upturned... andjiggling... naked white ass cheeks... with the uncicrumcized... leakinghead... of His dick... rudely poking... against your side... and rubbinglewdly... against your ribcage... so close... that you can smell Him...and actually pick Him out... from the stink... and odiferous smell... andhorrible stench... of all the Other... mingling... and assorted nakedbody odors... surrounding you... crowding you close... as other blackhands... are reaching out... to. My mother and me are living together in a small town in andhra. Now let me get into the story. It all started when I was in first year inter when my gorgeous mother started seducing me. She was an innocent woman, I thought. But to my surprise,I foud a very hot bitch in her one night when accidentally I was awakened on listening to some moaning sounds in my adjacent room where my mother and father used to sleep during night. I was startled to hear some obsecene words such as oooooooh,. Oncie still would not acknowledge with her eyes what was happening. Now Katie began to move the two hands up and down the length of my hardened cock. Katie removed her hand to see what reaction her mother would have. Oncie kept slowly milking me.Katie unbuckled my belt and unfastened the button of my pants; Oncie turned toward Katie, almost breathless, "Katie, no, I can't." Mom, its ok," was all that Katie would say.I could both hear and feel my zipper being lowered. Now Karie's small hand was.