One hot afternoon I was out shopping when I came upon an old-fashioned soda fountain, and decided to stop in for some refreshment.

I took a seat in the rear, in a high-backed booth facing the wall, where I could eat my ice cream in relative privacy. I hadn’t been there three minutes when a group of young men came in and sat in a booth not far from mine. They were rather a loud bunch, but I ignored them, until I heard one of them confide to his buddies that the hottest older woman in the area was a lady named Karen, who was one of his mom’s best friends.

Hell, my name was Karen, and that voice sounded sort of familiar! So I pricked up my ears and listened.

The same speaker went on to describe the lady in question, saying she was a hot redhead with a tight little petite body and big tits. He... Read More