From where Heather and I stood, Lily's thick ass was in full, uninterrupted view. The red bikini bottoms stretched tightly across her soft cheeks, every curve emphasized by the thin, damp fabric and the sheen of oil still on her skin.
Heather's eyes drifted to it for a moment. Then she slowly turned her head and looked at me.
There was a quiet understanding in her gaze. She already knew how horny and lustful I could be. She could also sense the easy familiarity between Lily and me, the way Lily spoke to me, the comfort in our interaction.
It wasn't hard for her to figure out that something had already happened between us. Still, Heather didn't say a word. She simply held my gaze for a second longer before looking forward again, her expression unreadable.
