My old cricket team used to have a local we went to after games for a debrief, a few quiets and a game of pool or two. Anyway one Saturday we rock up in good spirits after a win. We look over into the punting section of the pub where all the tv's are with the the horses on and there's this chick wearing only body paint and it's completely white.
Before long no one gives a flying fuck about how good they bowled or anything, we're all just flat out perving at this woman's healthy set. She was in great shape.
After a while she rocks over with her mate and says it's her hens night, she's been out at a race met all day in her 'outfit' and she has a list of activities she needs to tick off for the evening. I'm hoping one of them is for a tall skinny guy with a big nose to bury his face in her funbags but no...
We're all sitting round this table with semis on and she says she has to french kiss a bloke under 25. We all look around and immediately suck our guts in and straighten up. There's only one bloke under 25 in the team - Stefan, face like a dropped pie. He's really got his dander up. The rest of us are spinning shit about how we're 24 and our birthdays are next week etc etc... Well most were, I looked so far over 25 I just stared at her tits.
Anyway Stefan can't believe his fucking luck. He gets in there, starts fiddling with her tonsils, grabs a bit of arse while he can to raucous laughter and then she buggers off back to the racing area...
It wasn't warm either....