" Boyfriends?" I asked, still surprised. Immediately, big brother protectiveness washed away any sense of arousal, and I felt my spine tense up. Dawn'... hand was immediately at my lower back, stroking soothingly. Somehow she just knew to start calming me down. I angled a look to Brooke, clearly asking with my eyes, 'What about Andrew?' But I didn't dare voice the question since I didn't know if Brooke's new beau knew about her Oregon boyfriend.Brooke smiled. "You're probably wondering about. Going...” she panted, “I'm...gonna....” Her voice trailed off as her legs locked my face between her thighs and her hips began tiny thrusts...”cumming...” All of this had made me so hard that I thought I was going to explode but she had me in a vice-like grip between her legs. I continued to lick her clit as I tasted her orgasm get unleashed over my face. She tried to suppress a scream but it escaped her lips and she moaned her way through another powerful orgasm. Slowly her legs began to. Sally had come over and taken my hand."I'm coming over there. We need to talk," she sounded much stronger now."Okay, can you give me an hour. I didn't sleep much last night and I'm a mess." Sure sweety," she answered. "I'll be there in an hour." Bye Mom. See you then," I hung up the phone and turned to embrace Sally."Dave, you really were going to kill yourself." It was a statement not a question."Yes I was. Do you want to meet my mom?" I asked."I don't have much choice now. My car is still at. . Just to keep the grey matter tuned up.Where did "Piss Poor" come from? Interesting history.They used to use urine to tan animal skins, so families used to all pee in a pot.And then once it was full it was taken and sold to the tannery ... if you had to do this to survive you were "Piss Poor".But worse than that were the really poor folk who couldn't even afford to buy a pot ... They "didn't have a pot to piss in" and were the lowest of the low.The next time you are washing your hands and.