Then Miss Richardson removed her hands from the little girl's tits. She kissed her abdomen, her loins.

Emmylou had the balls of her feet flat on the bed. Her knees were up in the air. She was stretching the muscles at the insides of her thighs. She wanted to get her knees as far apart as possible. Her pussy was a hungry mouth.

Miss Richardson placed her hand over that wet cunt and Emmylou thought her orgasm was going to start right then and there. She could feel her arousal take a quantum leap when her cunt was touched.

"I think I am going to hyperventilate, Miss Richardson."

"Try to relax. The more you relax the better it will feel."

"I'll do my best. I'll give it the old college try!!"

"I know you will. I understand your excitement, Emmylou."

"Everything is brand new to me. I can't figure it all out."

"There is nothing to figure out. It just feels good."

"It must be sinful. Anything that feels this good has to be bad."

"It is perfectly natural and healthy. Let the pleasure grow."

With that Miss Richardson began to move on the bed. She switched positions so that she was on her belly with her head between Emmylou's knees.

"You have a very pretty pussy, Emmylou," she said.

"Thank you, Miss Richardson," Emmylou replied sweetly.

"So pink and precious. Do you trim your pubic hair?"

"Oh no. That's the way it grows naturally. Honestly."

"I believe you. You have a wonderful body. You smell good too."

"I can smell my pussy all the way up here," Emmylou said.

"You smell like a beautiful seashell, Emmylou," the beautiful blonde said. Miss Richardson was kissing the insides of Emmylou's thighs, very, very close to the sides of her honey pot.

"I'll bet that I taste good too," Emmylou exclaimed hopefully.

"You have such a subtle way with hints, Emmylou," Miss Richardson said, offering a comforting laugh.