O.K. Cute teen girls aside and I have no interest BTW. My wife can and will wear anything she wants. If anyone wants to tell my wife how to dress they can take the g-string from my cold dead fingers.
Amen! The day these demented freaks try to confiscate my bikini is the day I flounce down the street buck naked, shouting, "They're real and they're spectacular," at the top of my lungs.