Of course it was a candy heart. "Beg for it," it read.And then I was on my knees at her feet again, pleading with her. "Please? Please may I? Please?"...Please what?" she asked teasingly."Please may I have..." I wasn't entirely sure what I was begging for, though whatever it was, I was suddenly desperate to have it. "Please may I have it?" Please, what?" she asked very definitively, arching her eyebrow again.I heard the kitchen door starting to open. Someone was about to step out onto the porch. "What is your verdict my dear?"Wanda looked befuddled, surprised to be asked for her opinion. Hesitantly, "She has certain qualities," Wanda paused. "Harold, why are you asking me? I have no experience judging such things." I value your judgment. You saw something in her. What did you see?" Well, all right Harold, if you insist. I saw a pleasing exterior that could charm the pants off of certain men and I saw a gruff side that would make some men put their pants back on." Wanda had a flushed. Unhitching the catch at the back of her skirt, she pushed it down over her hips, paused slightly get let it fall down her legs, then with a slight stumble, jumped out of it and continued running down the corridor. Her bra was next, dropping to the floor to reveal a pair of full, rounded breasts, with prominent dark pink nipples, breasts that bounced enticingly as she ran.Almost at the door now, she paused; kicked her sandals off and reaching behind her, gripped her hair in her left hand and. One event that shows everyone’s naughty side is the sex toy party that my friend Veronica hosts every year on Memorial Day weekend. It’s more of a sexy teddy party, as we all wear skimpy lingerie while Veronica shows different sexual aids. Kind of like a Tupperware party, only sexier. It usually consists of six or eight women eager to have some fun while the men are off on a golf getaway.Veronica is the perfect hostess too. They have the nicest, biggest home on our block, and their basement is.