"Why not?" Karen replied. "A hard-on is a hard-on, you know. I simply love a cock when it gets up so hard, don't you?"

Susan blushed again, and she knew it would only encourage Karen. Still, despite her shyness, she found it very enjoyable to listen to Karen. It excited her in a way that she didn't fully understand. She looked at Karen. The woman was sitting in the chair, her knees apart. Susan swallowed when she noticed the dark curls of cunt hair along the crotch band of the tight, very brief shorts. Then it dawned on her that the shorts were white, thin, and the shadow of Karen's pussy hair was plainly visible through them.

"I just bought them," Karen said, realizing what Susan was thinking. "Do you like them?"

"They show everything, Karen," Susan said in a low voice. "I could never wear anything like that. I'd die with embarrassment."

"Not me," Karen laughed. "I've got to attract a man somehow. If I don't get fucked pretty soon, I'll go out of my mind."

"You attract every man around here," Susan said.

"I know, and every one of them with some little wife lurking about, keeping her eye on her man." She made a face. "No, baby, I don't want any of these married guys. That's trouble."

"Then look someplace else," Susan suggested.

"I have."

"Oh?" Susan looked at her friend. "Have you settled on any particular man?"

"I sure have," Karen laughed, her tone throaty and suggestive.

Excitement bubbled up in Susan. "Who is it? Do I know him? Come on, Karen, tell me!"

Karen pointed a finger. Susan gasped. "You're joking!"

"Why would I joke about that?"

Susan glanced at her son, who was still sitting on the grass. He was whispering to Tom.

Looking back at Karen, she couldn't tell by her expression if she was fooling around or not. "You can't be serious. Why, Robert isn't even old enough to know about that. Come on, Karen!"