She lightly dipped her fingers into the lubricant jar and spread her legs; she placed her soft fingers onto her pussy, which probably hadn’t needed ...any lubricant and was already wet enough. Yet she started rubbing away, finding it almost impossible to stay out of her pussy. This wasn’t a problem for her though and she gave up and simply slid her fingers inside of her, she quickly let out a little gasp but this didn’t stop nor slow her at all. First she had to fingers in, this to her was. As you enter the house and close the door, you notice a note taped to the inside of the door."Take off your sweater then bring the flowers upstairs."Curious, as you were already in the process of taking it off, you lay it on the couch and wonder what flowers the letter referred to, until you look at the stairs and see a few lit candles on the stairs as well as a different flower on every step: a rose, a tulip, an orchid, a lily - one after another on the way upstairs. There are no other lights. The click was almost inaudible but the belt separated. Marty pulled one half of it toward herself and then let it hang over the seat. Les flexed a little and thanked her. Knowing that Les desired her made Marty feel rather bold. She looked straight into Les’ eyes and said, ‘How would you feel about me if I asked you to do something for me? Something real personal and private. Something that I really need and from the looks of that mound in your pants it’s something you need too.’ ‘Marty, I’d do. "We'll talk about that in a minute," she said. "I'm assuming from your ... physical state ... when you returned home that there were no chaperones present."I sensed the reproach in her voice. Mom had a long standing rule that I didn't get to go to parties if a responsible chaperone wasn't at least in the house somewhere.Time to eat humble pie. "No, ma'am." How much did you have to drink?"I started trying to count, but truthfully, I had lost track after the third cup. She waved me off."Were you.