My mouth drops… Her passenger carrying a towel, and a purse, and mind you not wearing much but some short—short pair of cutoffs, unbuttoned in the...middle. I'm holding the boat line waiting for Linda, and this little princess, wearing just a bikini top—a bikini that's shows a great set of breasts. I'm shell-shocked — "Wow" who is this! Her ass checks show as she walks around the boat. I'm strumstuck as my eyes look at hers----then I notice her long blonde hair pulled to one side of her. I was beautiful with my hair long and loose, wavy and curly and falling around my heart-shaped face. I'd been smiling and licking my lips and flashing my doe eyes at all of them and they'd all proposed.Oh God, I remember that so clearly now. Bobby clearing his throat and apologizing even as he asked me to marry him. He didn't have a ring, but he'd make me happy. And then Steve, cute and small and urgent in his own proposal, professing his love on one knee as I lay there giggling on my towel.. As she does yoga every morning, she is quite fit, but with fat exactly in the right places. She has huge boobs as white as milk, absolute melons with pinkish nipples. Her thin waist flares into wide hips.I had seen her cleavage and waistline sometimes but never had any such thoughts about her.I would see her panties and bras hanging to dry every now or then, but never even touched them.And here, today, it was all gone. All I could think was how sexy and horny she could be, right in front of. We silently found seats around the stove in the living room. The fire was still burning, it had been built that morning before the funeral. Bobby added another split piece of firewood before anyone did or said anything. We sat about in our own thoughts for a while. In my case, the thoughts were of my mother, who we had just laid to rest, and my relationship to her. The term, laid to rest, made me choke back tears. It would be the first rest she had ever known. Momma had worked right up till the.