We chatted about everything normal. At the end of the meal I told him I always came to this place on Wednesday nights because they had a fabulous past... and salad bar offered on that night. We agreed to meet again the following Wednesday night. I said good night, paid the waiter and went home.The following seven days seemed to run in slow motion. I could not wait until Wednesday to come! I took particular care in picking out the right outfit, heels and hose. Arriving at the restaurant, I saw. ‘Seems a shame to waste that Vodka Bill … it’s my favourite tipple … if you’re happy to share it you can come to my house’‘Yes I’d like that Aunt Joan, not much fun drinking on your own’ When we arrived at Aunt Joan’s place she removed her overcoat and I my jacket. She was wearing a fitted cream dress with a split at the back, brown leather heeled boots and dark tan nylons. Short skirts were the fashion of the day and the hem of her dress finished about 3” above her knees. To many she looked. By this time one of the boys was playing with my soaking wet pussy thru my panties while another was rubbing my smallish but firm b-cup breasts. One was lovingly stroking my thick red hair.Before my bra and panties were cut off, I believe I may have already come once. I know two of the boys had and were ridiculed for it. I was fucked by two of the virile young men in this position, Cliff and Tom first, both with large beautiful dicks. Neither was rough, and each took his time, telling me. My lips and nails were Caprired. The perfume was some Chanel thing called 'Chance.' I liked the name.It was so the new me.Shoes! Shoes! Shoes! I hadn't told you about all the shoes I bought (Ilike saying bought. You know FREE day. It's much nicer then thinking Ijust took them) because I never stopped finding a pair I liked. Everydress, skirt, shorts demanded a different pair of heels, wedges, sandals,flip-flops and everything in between.I was careful about my speed on the highway because of all.