"No," I replied, peeking at her. "Keep fucking me slowly. Just remember this day, Miranda." I will, I always remember days I have sex outside quite fo...ndly," she whispered, caressing my butt.We looked at each other for some time, completely aware of our surroundings, but we didn't let it bother us at all. The intimacy remained stable and be both blew kisses to each other a few times too. Nothing and no one seemed to compare to her, and I seemed to love that at the moment. "Even when we're in our. This thing was huge. It had its own parking lot, complete with valet. Ok, maybe I’m exaggerating, but it did have a small parking lot for holiday get-togethers. The grounds were immaculate, with the shrubs and hedges manicured to perfection and the lawn freshly mowed. I was in complete awe as we walked up the cobblestone path. ‘Well butter my ass and call me a biscuit,’ I said. ‘Look at the size of this place!’ ‘Just wait til you see the inside,’ Becky said as we got the the door. ‘You’re gonna. " Well, let's sally forth down the stairs and see what we can find."As we headed for the kitchen, still naked, I was reminded of yesterday's breakfast session, with her on the counter, and me sampling her delicious centre. As I watched her descend the stairs, a word flashed into mind. "Callipygian," I said, "that's the word I was searching for." What are you talking about?" Callipygian; it suits you perfectly. It means 'being possessed of shapely buttocks', and it suits you perfectly. You, my. It had all been so… unfraught with any kind of fear or trepidation.But it was true. It had gone that way because she wanted it, and wanted it from him. It was slick and lustful and long anticipated by her, and the uncommon sensation of his cum pumping into her ass prompted an orgasm that was itself unlike the kind she normally experienced.And now she couldn’t imagine ever letting anyone else fuck her ass. Though she knew that someday someone else probably would. Dash wouldn’t be around forever..