Like her, I was dressed in the skimpiest of garments. Had we been back in civilized lands we’d have been labeled as scandalous, or worse, but on But...erfly Beach, necessity had done away with such concerns, leaving us both learning to be comfortable with tattered camisoles and petticoats to hide our undergarments from the eyes of our male companions as best they could. Curious, I hurried over to her, brushing my blonde tangles impatiently from my face as I peered into her hands at a dozen or so. On our honeymoon she wore a bikini to the pool that she had removed all the inner lining. There was only extremely thin nylon meteral covering her vagina and breast. I didn't notice how the garment had been modified untill she came out of the motel pool and walked back to seat next to me. As she laid down I whispered" honey isnt that bikini to revealing"? She glanced down to see how the thin bottoms had molded to her like a single coat of paint. Her shaved pussy lips where easily seen as if. She said she was nasty down there and always wanted to shower before we had sex. I eventually convinced her to not clean up her pussy afterwards so I could enjoy her ruined vagina. It was a long hard road but once she was sure I was serious about loving her having sex she began to start doing all sores of sexy things. Like wearing very tight shorts and going braless around my friends. Her little body screams sex. Five foot three , one hundred pounds with thirty four B cup tits. She started. She had wondered if something done to them could make her orgasm but she was too strict a person to ask or find out. However, Mike seemed to have an interest in her feet, maybe he would do more. She decided to find out. She flexed her toes and moved her foot closer to the warm breath and almost shook with excitement as she felt her toes brush his lips.Mike couldn’t believe his eyes. This strict women wasn’t only ticklish but seemed to want more. Her beautiful toes wiggling in front of him had.