The last three or four inches had went in and felt like a tree trunk. It was the hardest part of his cock and it stretched me so far that it was right...against my g spot. This non stop attack on my g spit caused me to become a faucet. About every two or three minutes I was cumming or squirting. He fucked me for about another twenty minutes and kept the same pace. He was talking nasty and I was talking gibberish. I could not even make out my sentences. Then came the biggest problem of the night. . Al immediately followed her.Ken and I got back in bed, and I snuggled up to him.“Do you want to generate more Magic tonight also?” he asked, as he put an arm around me.“I think we’ve generated enough Magic for one night, and we both need to get some sleep. Remember, you need to be up early in the morning,” I reminded him. We lay there for a time and kissed a bit before going to sleep. There was only a little Magic in the room when I turned out the light and closed my eyes.I was awakened by Ken. “That woman, on the other hand, is.”I looked in the direction she indicated and blanched. The woman was beautiful ... she was also my soon to be ex-wife. And the well-dressed handsome man walking between her and the hostess was William R. Blakemore, Esquire.Dakota saw my pained look and covered my hand with hers.“What’s the matter Josh, you look like you’ve seen a ghost,” she said, her voice thick with concern.“That’s Lindsey,” I croaked.Dakota kept her hand on mine and took another look.. Were was the wife I left a week ago. but you know she been so happy too. On Sunday we were having dinner out side and Jim was walking by my wife invited him to join us and we chatted for about 3 hours with Jim telling about his life and travels he been and h how now he just enjoys the campground and all people he helps. And how he help my wife with the shower in the trailer. and she had to use his for 2 day till the parts came in.As we were chatting I notice my wife was smiling alot at.