My penis kind of contracted, with a will of its own.May just kept on talking. 'I want to be equally brown, front and back you know. So, cream my up, J...my'. Spoken without any seasoning, dry as if she asked for the salt during dinner.Long seconds later I finally understood and poored sunmilk into my hand. Mixed it with my jizz. White transparent drops on her still milky white back. A bit of sunmilk and quite a bit of me on beautiful her. Her warm and soft skin with this secret foil on it. Precum. "Jenny was getting mad now. I wasn't sure if she was mad at me for talking her into coming with us, or Ryan for taking advantage of her innocence. Either way, I knew I had to calm her down, or the rest of the weekend might be very unpleasant. I may have a quick temper, but Jen can carry a grudge for weeks."Hey, Jen, take it easy hon. It couldn't have been that bad, could it? I mean, all the girls in the porn flicks do it, right? And I really want to try it, I've just been a little afraid."Jen. Still I almost jumped when the phone rang. Rachel was at the doctor'soffice with Ginger for a routine checkup to be sure that she was growingat a normal rate."Pierce Residence, this is Anna," she said as she answered the phone athome."Honey, is your Momma there?" asked Commander Derrell."Which one?" she asked with an amused smirk."Either one, or your Daddy?" Just a moment Commander Derrell." "Momma, Commander Derrell is on thephone." She called out across the house."Commander, a pleasant. "Hi, Sammy, I hear Becky isn't allowed to see you on Sundays," she said as I untangled myself from her breasts."Hi, Bev, that's right, Sunday is our day of separation but we talk on the phone," I said, supplying more information than she needed to know.I told Becky about my encounter with Bev. There was no good reason for sharing that part of my day with Becky; it was just something that we had become accustomed to doing, telling the other something that happened when we were apart. It didn't.