"Have you tried masturbation?" Miss Richardson asked. The tall blonde could feel the hot blood of her feminine arousal pumping downward in her body.

"The truth of the matter is that I haven't. I don't know why exactly. It's not that I think I am going to go blind or anything like that."

"Did your mother tell you that you would grow hair on your palms if you touched yourself in an impure manner?" Miss Richardson inquired.

"Yes, but I didn't believe her. She told me that nice girls always sleep with their hands above the covers, if you know what I mean."

"I do," Miss Richardson said with a knowing nod. The tall blonde could tell that both her inner and outer cunt lips were swelling rapidly.

"I guess when you get right down to it, I was afraid that I would like masturbation too much. I am afraid that I will become obsessed."

"Obsessed with your own pleasure?" Miss Richardson asked. She could tell that it wouldn't be very long at all before all of the mucous membranes down between her legs were thoroughly engorged with the hot blood of her lesbian horniness.

"Yes. I was afraid that once I started I would not be able to stop. I don't even know what an orgasm feels like. I don't even know what all of the fuss is about."

"Would you like to learn?" Miss Richardson asked. The woman could feel the little glans inside her pussy starting to secrete her natural lubrication.

"Are you going to teach me?" Emmylou Mumm queried with great interest. Her dark eyes were opened wide. She was obviously very excited.

"It would be my pleasure to teach you everything there is to know about sex. Of course, we will have to be very careful," Miss Richardson said.

"I don't understand. We don't have to worry about me getting pregnant or anything like that," Emmylou said with a funny frown on her cute little kisser.