I wouldn’t stop.Blaise pushed into me slowly, but completely. He had lost his inhibitions and reservations concerning anal sex. We just connected an...d pleasured and loved each other. Being out in nature seemed to just complete our coupling.His breathing increased with his speed. He was pulling my hips back against him almost violently. My back remained arched and I pushed back to meet his pulsing cock with every stroke. I felt his pubic hair against my skin with every push. He was filling me. Soon the three of us were once again grinding in unison and deep kissing each other; Jen and Andy, Andy and me, Jen and me. She rolled onto her back and the two of us were on our sides, grinding against her, rubbing her breasts, stomach and pussy while our mouths explored together. It was not long before she came again with Andy's two fingers inside her with me rubbing her clitoris and both of us sucking a nipple. She sounded and looked so goddamned beautiful when she came. Exquisite.After. Bret said Gunny Jackson had asked about Bret and was worried that something had happened. Bret called Gunny Jackson and invited him over to the house.Over dinner everyone noticed the smile on Ann's face. After looking at Bret, nothing was said.Gunny Jackson arrived at the house. After introductions, he asked if it would be possible to talk to Bob and Bret in private. Everyone retired to the living room leaving the three men in the kitchen. Gunny Jackson insisted Bob and Bret call him Tom. Tom. " Like those cellars they used to keep runaway slaves in until passage north could be arranged?" Diana asked."Mmmm hmmmm," he nodded, gazing out over the pond. "Or some buried wagon wheel. Or like those andirons for the den's fireplace. I found them while the workmen were digging this pond. There must have been another house out here at one time. Perhaps a guest house. If not, then I discovered the Duvalle's old trash dump."She chuckled with him at the thought of the antique andirons once being.