..” I cut her off with, “Are you really trying to excuse the fact I found Greg’s cock in my wife’s cunt?”“You don’t have to be so crude....”“You didn’t have to be such a whore.” I snapped back.“I’m not a whore.” She replied softly as she hung her head.“Yes, You are.”I got up from the table and walked back into the house. I threw my empty bottle away and retrieved a fresh one. Mandy walked back in and watched my every move.I took a drink of beer as I stared at her.“Where do we go from here?” She. I laughed and nodded, squirming a bit to get my shorts and underwear down and off before carefully sliding the suit up my legs and over my hips. Lana reached down by my feet to get the discarded shorts and underwear, passing them to Becky who made them disappear into the bags she had back there with her.They had me leave my crutches in the car and they each supported me on one side as we made our way down the sand to find a place to set up. We spread out towels and then Becky and Lana stripped. He kicked me in the side of my body and continued to flog me. His dick, I knew, was getting harder with every strike. He had nobody to answer to, nobody to explain himself to. He loved it.All of a sudden, his face changed and he lifted me up off the floor again. I often wondered about his split personality. He then sat me on his lap, facing away from him and dragged my legs open with his feet, wedging his shoes under my ankle to keep me open. I could feel his dick was hard underneath me."Sorry,. She took my number during the lunch time. She started messaging me during evenings and we slowly started knowing about each other. Slowly she started dropping me during evenings. I started liking her companyand she used to like mine.This went on for another 4 months and kinda addicted talking to her. Slowly I started falling in love with her.. But I am not sure about her intentions.We were so into each other like talking all the time in office and during nights on phone. Once during an indian.