She would speed up her strokes, and I would speed up mine. She'd slow down, and I would take her cue immediately. The only things she couldn't seem to...control were my moans, and she wasn't doing a very good job controlling her own, either.She suddenly whispered harshly: "Stop! Stop! Stop!" her lips still touching mine, her pleas were breathed into my open mouth. I immediately stopped rubbing her, though she kept up her manipulations of my own love bud. She took a shuddering breath and relaxed. He knew that some changes in their sex life would also take place. It was possible, if not likely, that she would suffer from vaginal dryness, a lack of the natural lubrication that they had so taken for granted. Her vaginal walls would thin and this could produce soreness and he would have to be aware and sensitive to these changes. Water soluble lubricants and creams with one or two percent estrogen content would help. One thing he couldn’t predict would be her appetite for sex. It could be. They strode down to the nearest exit, the twins chatting amongst themselves a step or two ahead of their father. As they headed towards the car, David could not help noticing the looks his twin daughters were receiving from boys and men alike.The twins, Ashley and Brooke, were both in their senior year of high school and even though they were twins, they were not identical twins and looked very different from one another. Brooke, the older of the two by 7 minutes, had big brown eyes, and kept. Donna was home. She was in the small bedroom… in the basement… just off the rec-room. But who were all these people?Donna squinted try to improve her fugue-like vision. They were mostly guys surrounding her, young guys. She recognized Dave’s face and wondered if her daughter was with her beau. Donna couldn’t see her, but noticed several girls group in with the crowd of boys. She had a long-neck beer bottle in her right hand, and took a small sip from it.She was sitting on the small single bed;.