Gabrielle looked down at the floor. The awkward situation of her daughter pointing with innocent curiosity at Gabrielle's frozen face on a video from ... breeding session taken many years ago was palpable."Yes sweetie, that's me..." she said shyly, now coming to the conclusion that now was as good a time as any to explain some of the details of sex to her young daughter.Emma peered at the television again, looking puzzled as she analyzed the still-frame of the breeder buried between her mother's. I didn't want to, I like it rough. But David insisted, she'd enjoy the holiday less if she got bruised. I suppose he had been right.Those filthy dirty Arabs. She'd dressed and behaved like a typical English rose, flowing flowery skirts, loose top, wide brimmed hat to keep the sun off. Very demure and very shy, acting embarrassed and flustered at their sexy suggestions.When she hadn't turned away or ran off they became cruder, telling her in blunt terms what they'd like to do to a sweet English. One Saturday afternoon me and my mates went swimmng and spent a few hours with the girls in the pool messing around and seeing if they fancied some fun afterwards, but as per usual we were left high and dry.My mates had had enough so said they were getting changed, but I said I'd do another couple lengths and I'd meet them in the cafe above the pool.After id finished my swim I went to shower then change and was standing in the shower enjoying the hot water pouring over my face and body when i. There were still a few pieces of richly carved furnishings, big gold buttons on several garments that hung neatly on the wall and a few choice jewels in a case on his mantle. As he sat gloomily in his worn chair he thought about selling his great war axe."With its gold and jewel encrusted handle the thing should fetch at least a few good coins," he muttered. Then suddenly standing up, he shook his head no shouting, "I will not sell it!" and sat violently back into his chair.He was determined to.