This is the story. I hope you like it. * *** * Linda is not just your average pretty girl. She’s stunning. Always with a smile on her face, a charmi...g personality and a determination to succeed. She’s 5 ft 8, jet black hair and the bluest set of eyes I’ve ever seen on anyone. She has 36DD breasts a gawd awesome fanny with long tapering legs that seems to go on forever. She’s also an avid swimmer giving her a well toned body. The package was simply irresistible. I’ve never really spoken to her. A rattle came from downstairs as the postman delivered the mail, startling her, and she grabbed her blackberry from the side table where it lay, face down. Hitting the central button with her thumb, she woke it up and looked at the time, then dropped the phone back on the table, and lay back, shutting her eyes against the brilliance of the sun. It was a Monday morning in August, the day after her fifty-second birthday, and there was absolutely no reason why she had to get up and start her day.. All the girls had been tested for STDs in the last month, which meant that all of them were fully aware of the implications of the trip, albeit without committing to doing anything, just as I hadn’t committed to doing anything. But that still left the issue of actual consent. As I’d said, over and over, acquiescence wasn’t consent. But how could I get what amounted to ‘positive’ consent in a situation like this. I had no idea.“Peer pressure is a pretty strong thing,” I said. “I’d be concerned. After that I went on back to my home, but on the way a few thought came over my mind. I saw Marty’s mom was looking very bad, so I decided that I had to do something about it. I went back to there home, parked the car and opened the side door and found that Marty mother had vomited all over dress. I tried to stop her from falling down.What a stupid sight that was: me standing in the back doors and holding my friend’s drunken mom, and this adult woman, unable to even move. I cried out for Marty,.