The white one with see-through panties.

She clasps the white silk bra on her back.
Given her fair complexion and the amount of suncream she has to put on herself everyday, she is still only slightly tanned but the pearl white bra emphasize her pert breast just lovely.

She pulls up the see though panties as well. The silky fabric feels nice on her oversensitive skin.
She can feel her pussy throbbing underneat.

Camille always loved to pimp up herself for Jan.

"I don't know if he deserves all this." She smirks to the mirror.

"You are too kind with that good for nothing, Camille. He is the one who brought us here. It was his idea."

"Yeah but, think about that poor thing sweating in the desert ..."

"Don't give me that, he knew this could happen. He didn't even tell you about it. Lies. Lies already on our honeymoon."

"But ..."

"No buts, Jan-Pierre is an idiot. Who would leave a delicacy like yourself alone on your honeymoon?" She says squeezing her breasts with her hands and teasing her own reflection.

"Maybe. Perhaps i should have stayed with Christian ... He was so sad at the wedding."

"He was sad because you didn't have the guts to tell him you where getting married before."

"I couldn't ..."

"Forget Christian, he was broke anyway..."

"Yes, but he knew how to kiss ... where to kiss ..." She sighs retracting her hand from between her thighs where it had involuntarily slipped again.

"Yes and fortunately no one saw him kissing you before the cerimony."

"He just wanted to say goodbye, i couldn't turn him down ..."

"On your wedding day? Do me the favour ... you're just a little slut. Pray that Jan doesn't ever know about this. You'll need more than a nice set of lingerie to make him forgive you then ..."

She puts on the matching garter belt and grabs the stokings.
After one last glance to her reflection, she walks to the bedroom.

Right on the doorstep, she freezes.