Cindy could have passed for Sally's twin, except for a few minor details, like her chestnut-brown hair and brown eyes. Her hair was just as straight and long as Sally's, hanging nearly to her waist, and her height and weight and other measurements were nearly identical to her friend's. In addition, she had the same upturned nose, the same full, bouncing tits, the same round, shapely ass. In fact, had their heads been cut off in a photograph, you wouldn't have been able to tell who was who had it not been for one last minor difference – Cindy's kinky, almost black bush, as compared to Sally's silky, almost blond mound. But, except for these minor things, they were twin nymphettes.
The two girls had been best friends ever since grade school, and they'd shared everything as they grew up, everything from dolls to books to panties. And, when their pussy juices started flowing, they had likewise explored their budding sexuality as a team. When their young tits first grew, they spent hours comparing them. When their pubic hair sprouted, they giggled together over it, and once, they even shaved each other's crotches to see what it would be like to have naked pussies again. When they began noticing boys, they argued for hours as to how a cock actually looked, and what it felt like to hold one in your hand.