I went and caught the skirt and lifted it, saying you are out. Without my knowledge, I had lifted her skirt all over and she slipped behind onto the w...ll, in shock, and fell on her back. When she fell, her skirt blew over her, and her black panties got exposed.I began to laugh, and she got pissed and just got up. She was like – ‘Shut the fuck up! It’s not funny! I’m not out, it was because of that boy who ran I got caught!’I was like – ‘I don’t care, you are out!’ As I didn’t want to be rude to. "Okay, lets do this, what position do you think is best?" She asked. Emma suggested that if they were in the doggy style position, the changeover would be easier when it came to slipping it out of one of them and then into the other when the time was up. Emma and Lyndsey lined up side by side, legs slightly spread, arse in the air, grinning at each other and I got behind Lyndsey, ready to enter her whilst she set the timer down. As soon as the first grains of sand started falling, before I had. I tried to be cheerful.Unfortunately, as soon as we got to the restaurant I was flooded with memories, once pleasant, now painful. I killed the pain with glass after glass of wine. My daughter tried to cheer me up. Now she was lying next to me, sleeping peacefully, looking as beautiful as a Playboy centerfold model, and unfortunately, just exactly as naked.I fearfully woke her. She opened her eyes, smiled at me, and wrapped her arms around me pressing her breasts against my chest, kissed me on. I know that it wasn't the great sex, although the sex hadn't hurt, because I had thought long and hard about 'us' several times.Today would be a wonderful day for us since everyone decided to call the weekend short and they had left. Teresa and I had the house to ourselves that afternoon and we sat and talked about our life and us in the future. Teresa had definite ideas on certain things and I had to agree with her on much of what she thought."I don't want us to continue this weekend sex thing.