I squeezed his hand to signal my pleasure. Soon after he put his arm around my bare waist and pulled me to him. I responded by putting my arm around h...s waist too. Since his shirt was outside his shorts, I was able to slip my hand under his shirt and stroke his bare skin too. With the sun, the blue sky, the surf washing around our feet, and the feel of the sand under our feet plus the feel of his skin against my bare back and my skin against his back I felt a moment of pure bliss. I didn't know. We just need to know." Well, yes, I could marry a farmer if I loved him," she said as she looked over at me."So, do you love my grandson, here? In case you didn't know he's in love with you."She was blushing. "Yes, I love him and, yes, I would marry him if he ever asks me," said Sherry with tears in her eyes."Well, Josh!" said Grandpa. "I did all the hard work. Do you need to get hit by a Mack truck? Get on you knee and propose."I was totally dumbfounded. I didn't notice but during the. Holding the cup in my cold hands, I walked over to the stove, seeing the apple pie cooking inside."Hmmmm, I wonder where mom went?" I wonder aloud. I decide to look for her so I walk down the hallway, walking up to her and dads bedroom door. I realise that it is partially open, so I peek inside hoping to catch my mother changing. What I saw shocked me. Through the slightly ajar bedroom door I could see my mother laying on her bed. Her jeans were pushed down to her ankles, her panties to her. Standing up, she straightened her very short red dress, flipped her long, straight brunette hair back over her shoulder and took a step forward before extending her hand to Amy. Amy hesitated, contemplating for a moment the affirmation that would be symbolized by her action, then raised her hand to join the strangers. With this simple gesture, Amy silently accepted her fate and whatever now lie ahead for her. Stepping closer, our guest swept Amy's hair back from her tanned shoulder before.