No.

As she asked the question, Joan felt a tingle run through her neck and shoulders and she tried not to jump up, as Lynda was touching and stroking the back of her neck.

"Please call me Lynda," as she continued to rub the back of Melissa’s neck, and she slid closer on the couch to Joan. “And just relax, I’m here to help you work out the situation. I mean it must be quite a strain everyday, not having anyone to comfort you at the end of a long day”

“Yes…Ms… I mean Lynda.” Joan stammered. “That’s good Joan.” Lynda continued to softly rub the back of the young redhead's neck and she placed her other hand on Joan's leg, just above her knee. Joan watched as Lynda's hand slowly slid up her leg, along the inside of her thigh, towards her skirt. And she felt the beautiful actress’s other hand slide down her neck and onto her far shoulder. She began kneading Joan's shoulder through her sweater.

“There must be something else taking up your time. Is there something going on that I can help you with, Joan? You can tell me? Anything, I won’t tell anyone else.” Joan blurts out, “Well, I am having some problems with my Journalism course professor – she gives me a hard time about the items we are given to write about.” With that lame sounding little bit, the shy Joan has taken over again, but Lynda has other plans for their two-hour break.

Lynda's one hand slid down around Joan's shoulder and pulled the young girl closer. Her other hand continued to slowly move its way up the sexy redhead's thigh. The older woman’s finger’s slid under the legs of Joan's skirt. The young redhead watched as Lynda slid her hand up Joan’s thigh and her fingers under Joan’s skirt, which was being slowly pushed up. She felt the older woman’s fingers working up to the leg bands of her panties, and then rubbing over the front panel of her panties. She felt so helpless and powerless – here the beautiful Lynda Carter was seducing her. Joan gasped as Lynda brushed her fingers over the redhead’s mound and traced over it with her fingertips.

“Ummmmm…what are you doing?” Joan gasped. “I want to help you to relax and get more comfortable with me” Lynda said. She leaned in closer to Joan and the girl could feel the older woman’s warm breath on her. Lynda’s strong fingers were now rubbing her mound gently through her panties and Joan could start feeling herself getting wet. When she looked at Lynda she saw the older woman was very close to her and smiling at her.