But no matter how I tried, it seemed that girl didn’t exist.A month after the first time I’d brought a girl home, my luck ran out. Maybe word abou... me had spread, maybe I was just having an off night, or maybe my sleep deprivation was starting to show (sleep just felt so selfish, when I could be wrapping my body around my brother’s hard cock, contorting every muscle I had available in an attempt to get him off).Whatever the reason, I came home alone that night.My brother was disappointed, of. I was quite attracted to Jordan, she was in my class room, we got along real well, she is extremely intelligent, she rarely needed help with homework, often times helping others. Jordan talked to me regularly, asking a lot of personal questions, none inappropriate, mostly centering on my marital status and children. She learned I was single, so she tried to push her mother on me. Her mother is a nice looking lady, one can see where Jordan got her looks from, if you can get past the cigarette. That evening, the young husband read:Kirk,I can't ask you to forgive me. I can't even ask that you understand because I'm not sure that I understand myself. Everything that has happened was my fault, no one else's.I do know that as caring and thoughtful as you have always been, you have loved me, but never been in love with me. That was not your fault. The truth is, if I hadn't become pregnant, you and I would never have been married. I guess it's why I've never felt secure, even though you. Then I remember the package he was carrying when he got home. Yes, that must have been the shoes, ordered and waited for. I try to imagine the excitement as he realized they had arrived, knowing what he was going to do with them; I wondered how long he had been planning this, if it was a surprise for his wife? Maybe she had bought them for him with instructions as to what to do? Maybe he had come home early in order to dress for her pleasure as well as his own.As he got used to the shoes his.