.. Not once, not twice, but in total I cheated on you 5 times...." I waited for his reaction."Wait... 5 times? You mean 4 right? 3 times with the dick...ead from the bar and that threesome with the slut...." And I had sex yesterday with -" He cut me off. "You promised me!" I know. I know. Baby I will do whatever you ask of me. I want to make this all right. We can go to counseling. I'm so sorry -" He cut me off again. "Now you wanna do counseling? Now you wanna make everything better? Or rather. Couldn’t get a seat this weekend into Pensacola. Sorry.”“That’s alright, buddy boy,” Napoleon answered. “Ben’s gotta work tonight and his job is over there anyway.”With one hand on the bottom of the steering wheel and the other on his dick, Napoleon backed out of the driveway. He headed south to I-10 and then west to Mobile.“Anything new?” I asked Napoleon.“Fuck yeah!” he said, very excited. “Thursday night, my oldest daughter’s girlfriend snuck into my bedroom around 10 p.m., and woke me up. Now." Charlie practically flew out of his clothes. But the next message froze him. "Make it up to me." What the fuck does that mean??" Make it up to me. Make me forgive you."Charlie sat still on his couch, butt naked and holding his phone in one hand and a marker in the other. He felt an overwhelming urge to make Sam feel better, and finally chose to write, "Sorry, Sam," along his cock, with a cute little sad face following it. He sent a picture, and waited.Five minutes. Ten minutes. Seventeen. We heard the back door handle mechanism start to move and Erika and I immediately separated from our quick improv make out session. It was one of the regulars stepping outside to have a smoke. We continued to take out the bags to the recycling bin and went back inside like nothing happened. After I sat back down at the bar, Erika brought me a beer and said "thanks for helping" with a smile. "Anytime" I responded. "Would you want to help me clean up after bar close? I'll make it worth your.