Marrakech was our favourite destination in this beautiful country. Instead of a five-star hotel, we decided to try a very famous guesthouse and choose...to stay in the royal suite. We started our first day by our private pool, swimming, sunbathing, and enjoying our favourite drinks. My wife Nes was wearing sexy bikini and no bra. She spent most of the morning either swimming, or belly dancing. By the way, she is perfect at that. You know a woman with a gorgeous body, a flat stomach, a big. It had bothered her when she’d first discovered the ability, but she’d long ago quit questioning it.She watched her brother some thirty or forty yards away, standing before the gate proudly, his shoulders thrust back, arms straight at his sides, with his face set in a scowl and his clear, golden eyes prowling the area. His face was long and lean, with a thin chin under thin lips. Even his nose was thin, rising up to his wide, alert eyes.Her brother was thin but muscular, the definition of his. She is the best young soccer player I’ve ever seen, and I’ve been doing this for 15 years as a coach. She is capable enough that she taught the entire menagerie, even Rhee, who knows lots of fancy footwork, how to do a Zidane roulette.“Civia is very good and very knowledgeable about what she does. She will be my second assistant and if and when we bump into skills, particularly ball-handling skills, that certain of you girls may not know, Civia will probably be the one to teach them. That is. Then Stephano was dragged off for the army and your lot killed him.Ummm, what about the boy?” replied the girl“The boy? Ohhh, the woman’s son. No, he was fine. He may have had nightmares after, I can’t say. I left them when the army moved on. I left them with food and a couple of gold pieces” So, not all bad, apparently. He had a sense of fair play, it was just a bit different to normal.”I’m sure it was nothing personal. – killing Stephano, I mean. Still, all the more cunt for me eh? Sorry, all.