God, I wished I could be a fly on the wall all the time when they hung out. {Instead of a clumsy k** with a hard-on on a work bench in the garage}“I... can’t do that.”“Why?”I was beginning to think my aunt had no scruples, and quite frankly, that was fine with me. My aunt was quite the looker too; blonde hair like my mom’s, except hers was a lot longer, down to her waist. They shared the same pouty full lips and pretty green eyes. Aunt Jenny was a little heavier, more meat on her, but she wasn’t. Makes me hotter! Let’s sex each other up some first.” I was okay with that. “Okay Jane, I’ll spill the beans, but first if I am to answer your query, you need to answer mine. I guess I should ask ‘ever been with a much younger man, instead of an 18 year old.’” She smiled at me. “You’d make a good lawyer Randy. Go to law school and I’ll hire ya. Can I pay in pussy?” We laughed and she answered my question. “Nope, never been with a man more than a year or two younger than me. I don’t do this….”. She was impatient for what was coming. I held her buns open, but she spread her legs just a little further. It was her way of begging for the next step into the nasty.So I gave her what she wanted, stabbing my tongue in fast and brutal ... well, as brutal as a tongue can stab when plunging into a willing, eager relaxed rosebud. She pushed out, a very embarrassing, almost impossible act, opening her little pucker to welcome me as she moaned with a different, throatier note with my shift of. There was one pair by Ralph Lauren (the Amari) that we both liked a lot. The leather was rich and supple, and zipper had a leather cover over it. The heel was slender and spiked, and the toe very pointed. There was a small strap and ring on the back of the upper, perhaps equestrian inspired, and a gold medallion on the zipper pull. She commented that they had a little "bling" which she'd mentioned during our discussions as something she wished for. We found the saleslady and she retrieved a few.