"Jimmmy," she yelled as she hopped from the stool and ran into my arms. "YOU CAME"I had just arrived minutes earlier in Miami Beach's number one strip...club, 'The Pink Pussy' and one look at Nicole and you understood why it was number one and how it lived up to its name.At twenty-three she was at the height of her beauty and exuded a sexuality that was overpowering, undeniable... even as she had run over to me I had seen thirty sets of eyes follow her, drinking in her splendor, jealous of the. Were clams really happy? Whether they were or not, how would anybody know? Why not happy as, oh, say a meadowlark? I didn't know anything about the emotional state of meadowlarks either, it was probably the same as humans, some were and some weren't, but the birds sure did seem happy as they sang and flitted around. Clams, in contrast, just sort of dug themselves in on the beach and lay in their little trenches beneath the sand, breathing through airholes. How could that make them all that. And never took it to heart truly till now I have not.only emotionally mentally abusser her for years i also got physical at time and.the most disrespectful man on Earth. She left me probably 50 times in this 4 years chance after chance after chance I'd talk my way in. But yet kept getting caught back up in porn infidelity and alcohol /substance abuse my word was nothing it always continue to get worse to the point I was no longer fucking nor loving my wife I was trying to get her to just be a. Then both of us made excuse that we are also leaving and then went to the terrace where cool breeze was blowing as it was early November.For the first few minutes we were talking about the nature, stars, moonlight and suddenly I felt a hand on my belly and lips on my neck from behind and the hand on my left boob. He started squeezing them at good strength and it was paining initially, then it turned to the moaning. Then he turned my face towards him and our kiss- the passionate one lasted for.