I opened the door and there stood Justin. I recognized him from the beach, although he was now smartly dressed, as we hadn't officially met, he wasn't sure who I was.
"Hello, are you Andrew?"
"Yes. Hello Justin. Come in. Would you like a glass of wine?" I said, shaking his hand.
The conversation that followed was somewhat stilted, but we did manage to maintain some polite small talk. There were topics that were so obvious they were almost palpable, yet we both avoided them.
Such as the fact that here was the man that had seduced my wife and had been f*****g her regularly for the past few weeks.
Or that he knows that I have a small c**k and that I know he is much better hung.
I couldn't help but think about his c**k, picturing it as I had seen it on the beach.
We didn't have to wait
