"Whaddya think?"
I couldn't take my eyes off of her body. The bikini was low cut and left very little to the imagination. I started to feel weak and my dick started twitching as it grew hard in my loose fitting shorts. I tried to calm myself, I tried to calm my penis. I tried to focus on the sea air and the beach and not think about the goddess standing in front of me. The anger over my mother's death had almost completely dissipated, it had been replaced by lust for Lyla, and possibly more than lust. She was so pretty and being around her was intoxicating.
I managed to mumble that she looked great.