I went back to my hometown for Christmas, so naturally when Christmas Eve rolled round my old school mates all hit the town for the pub crawl like we did when we did on Friday night when we were 18/19.
A few pubs in I was stood at the bar and this stunning girl (5ft6, blonde hair, great figure and sizeable tits – not huge, but firm when I later fondled them) in a red burgundy dress started speaking to me like she knew me and asking me how I’m doing, what I’m up to, etc. I immediately fantasise to myself about facefucking her and ruining her mascara.
Suddenly she used my name in conversation so that’s when I knew I’d have to come clean and say I didn’t know who she was. SIDE STORY: I used to regularly look after a special needs boy (take him out for dinner, walks, etc) to give his parents some respite care so they can spend time with their other kids when I was 17/18 – did just the holiday after that while I was home from uni up to 21. I hadn’t seen any of them for about 3-4 years. This girl was Abi (not her real name obviously) the older sister of this lad.