Not only are they both sickeningly gorgeous with acres of blonde hair and fabulous bodies but Cybele is always trying to get me in the shit with my da... and I know her witch of a mother encourages her. She does things to piss me off, like trashing my drawers – “I was going to borrow your red top” - and asking Josh, who she can’t stand, to the formal – “Of course he chose me over you. My tits are much better.” And, because we attend the same university, narking on me for my lousy trig. The one thing that we did have in common was that we used to confide in each other, knowing it would remain confidential. She was thrilled to see me...bless her, and invited me round for coffee at her place at about eleven am the next morning, which I excepted, and for old times sake, I would turn up. It was indeed pleasant to see her again. Although she had been more of a best mate to me before more than anything else.I went and visited her the next morning, where she enthusiastically invited. ‘Nothing wrong at all, just…’ ‘What?’ ‘I’m afraid of…offending you again. I didn’t mean to, I swear.’ Then a pause. ‘What, you’re looking at me weird.’ ‘You’re…English.’ It was a statement, not a question. The snickers were there again, but this time came from across the room. I looked back at him and shrugged, and this time he dropped his American accent all-together, and the words just flowed easier. ‘I am, yeah. Sort of odd for someone to not know that about me, so I’m sorry if I’m caught a. I then removed her left shoe and replaced it with the new shoe.Try walking in those and see how they fit and I said she stood up right in front of me and I was able to smell the scent of her Perfume and sweat. She slowly walked away allowing me to see her legs while I can see she and not able to walk because of the high hill and her ass was Swinging when she walked she turned and I smiled back at her how you feel Mam. I think they are a little tight she suggested.I have the other size right.