Phillip left for Vienna on business yesterday; although he has no ticket for the final match tonight he was asked to be there because of Monday's edition and some important interviews. But I will not be lonely: this afternoon I will have some visitors from the USA who will stay here for three days before they go on to Italy. In the next few days I will show them the mountains and Helene will be driving us.

I mentioned in one of my blogs lately that Helene's son Oliver, who has started school lately, is going to spend his summer holidays with us. Now I have received two private messages since then from people who are worried about his well-being, seemingly because they think he is bound to witness uncountable vile sex-acts at our house, which will not be good for his mind and his soul.

My dear friends, don't worry, we are responsible adults and know how to deal with a child. This place is no Sodom and Gomorrah, even it might be so in some of your minds. Of course little Oliver is used to nudity which is common for people here, young or old, something which I have found out is very different here than in the USA, for example, where a friend was almost arrested on the beach for changing into his swimshorts South-of-France style - which is taking your clothes off and putting your swimgear on, without hopping around with a towel wrapped around you while changing and looking extremely silly. So we will still swim and sunbathe in our god-given form and no-one is going to be hurt.

But because this is a pornographic site, it will be the last time I mention Oliver here, so that nobody has the slightest reason to suspect that through my writing he is part of this scene in any way - he is just part of our lives like any child in the world is part of the lives of his or her parents. And even if he lives with his grand-parents during the time of school, because he is much closer there, I can assure you that Helene is a very loving and responsible mother who does for her son as much as she can in her present situation.

I went to the openair market this morning, which is usually one of my Saturday morning pleasures, and was buying some groceries when suddenly a woman a little older than me was hugging me and kissing both my cheeks. While doing so she apologized again and again for her boldness, but said she really had to do this because she didn't know how else to express her thanks. Tears were running over her still young and attractive face.

She turned out to be the mother of one of my students who have just graduated, quite a tall, blond, good-looking but very childlike girl who was not very gifted intellectually but showed interest and always appeared cheerful. With tears she said that it had been me who had carried her daughter through this school and to success safely, without me she would have failed already years ago.

Whenever her daughter was depressed and about to lose courage, she had talked to me, and when she came home she could smile again and sang the whole evening. "I talked with Miss Alpina and she still believes in me, and as long as she does, I can do it", she would tell her relieved parents, and all was good again for a while. The woman said she was so happy that in our schools, in spite of a the negative things, there were still guardian angels like me who were looking after their children.

I remember talking to her daughter now and then, usually after some bad tests. I may have said, "Come on, Anna Maria, I know you can do it if you really trust in yourself." But I say this quite often, because why would you want to become a teacher if you are not willing to be the last person to believe in your students, even if they have stopped believing themselves.

Now I know that parents say a lot of things for whatever reasons. Maybe the mother herself is mentally not overly stable. And it's only one mother out of 72 who have graduated. But still - but still - call me gullible and naive, but what she said made more than only a little happy.

My drama project has come to an end yesterday, it was only a small one with 25 students and one performance. The text of the play was even better that we had expected, and the students performed marvelously. I was totally happy, even euphoric when Madam Chairman shook my hand on stage and kissed my cheek.

Now summer can come, with leisure time at the pool, a trip to Dresden and Weimar maybe, shorter trips in the surrounding, also showing some American visitors around, preparing the new school year, morning sickness and a growing tummy. With Phillip and Helene, and little Oliver, Helene's son, who usually lives with her parents because it's so close to school. And with a little cat, which has been born a few weeks ago and which will join us at the end of June. She has no name yet, but I favor Dulcinea.

Wonderful weather and a lot of outdoor fun on the warm evenings - this is real summer to me, and there are only few days like this over the year in our mountainous region. But it's now, so I rarely sit at the computer. During the day, I am in charge of a special drama week at school, and there should be a little performance tomorrow night (before the football). So there are pleasant end-of-the-school-year activites, and who knows, maybe this is my last drama project ever, because I stop teaching in autumn.

It's so sweet: I am getting all kinds of little presents and thank-yous from the leaving students. Yestday one of the guys came to the hall where we have the project. With flaming red ears he handed me a glass of honey and said it was from his grandfather's own production, and he thanked me for giving him a part in our last production when nobody else had thought he could do it. These are the moments one lives for as a teacher - and they invariable bring tears into my eyes.

Yesterday, on the evening of the longest day in the year, we had some neighbours over for dinner, not people we are particularly close to, but it's good to know that you are surrounded by friends who know you and have an eye on your house when you are away. We were sitting outside and there were candle lights all over our garden and round the pool, and it was wonderful.

This morning started less pleasant: Phillip had just cum in my mouth when I felt an overpowering urge to vomit, and out came everything over the toilet. Now I know that not a small number of women feel this urge, too, when they have had oral sex with their men, but in my case we fortunately know the reason why and so Phillip took it well.

I made the promised phone call to Aldo yesterday and it came out the way one of my very observant readers had already foreseen in his Private Message, when he asked: "Will Aldo be willing to spend an evening with Helene and Elsie without your company? I always thought you were his real interest, one of the few women who could give him the satisfaction he sought. I understand your reluctance but you might have to join in as an inactive partner while also preparing Helene for what would come."

He agreed, but I will be there, too.

Yesterday the results of the finals came out at our school and I was relieved that almost all passed, and the one who failed had it coming. Which is a pity, because for my exam he was well prepared and had even read the books he was supposed to. He didn't do that for German and Italian, which ended badly.

In the evening there was a little graduation ceremony, it's never a big thing here, some handshakes and some white wine, and Esther, this year's most talented musician played the piano, and got an extra prize for artificial proficiency (I wrote about her and her confusion concerning her sexual orientation lately).

After her oral exam she had spontaneously kissed my cheek, which was pretty unusual. I had given her a well-known text by a local writer to discuss. It's called "Schlafes Bruder", which can be translated as "The Brother of Sleep", which is Death - quite a wild story about a musical genius who failed because of people around him who didn't notice and because he couldn't realize his love. That's why he finally refused to sleep, because "he who sleeps, can't love" - and he wanted to love forever and without interruption, although is was in vain. She understood my hint well, and we metaphorically talked about something which was so close to her, without the expert noticing. Hence the kiss.

She also kissed my same cheek when I congratulated her on her success and on her marvelous concert, and she was ever so happy and said she had not forgotten my invitation, she would certainly come soon. How many have said this at the and of their school time, and hardly anyone really came, because life has so much to offer to them, and what is over, they leave behind quickly.

I got up at seven this morning and was sick - for the first time since the beginning of my pregnancy. I hope it won't last. But then I went out into my garden just in my panties, the way I had been sleeping. The sun was shining and it was very quiet, and the last remains of winter snow were glimmering over from the mountain tops. All is very green - the rain of the last two weeks has had some beficial effect on all the plants. I was looking at every rose, and I was touching this and that to feel its texture. I had almost tears in my eyes - so much beauty. And I can live here in safety and peace and enjoy. Am I not te most blessed among women?

Last night, when it was so warm, there was no Jacuzzi, but Elsie and Joerg had asked us to "Nude Cocktails". They had carried chairs unto to lawn and draped some soft towels over them, and there we were sitting and having a good time. Helene had come with me, too. As Elsie is into her fifth month, you can see her body change, unlike mine. I enjoyed a lovely Daiquiri, and all was so peaceful.

At the end of the evening we gave Joerg a sixhander; something he had told Elsie he'd love it. He was lying on their bed and we blindfolded him with a scarf, and then we let him feel our six hands all over his body. He has always been a fast shooter, so we were especially careful, and so the fun didn't find too early an end.

When we girls were alone for a while, the others asked me if I had phoned Aldo; they really seem to mean business and are intent on meeting him. So I promised I would do so over the weekend and tell them what his reaction was.

I didn't know that Phillip would stay out so long last night; there were hints in the morning that he was intent on ending his 5-day-celibacy during my exams and give me what I was craving for so much. But something or other kept him at the Press House and there I was waiting - and waiting.

I switched on my computer and logged into yahoo to meet some online friends. I met two and they were as horny as I, and we talked, and I watched them masturbate for me (not simultaneously). And my appetite increased, and increased. One of them, who knows me quite well, said he'd seen a video lately who made him think of me, on a special video site, and he showed me the way there. And I watched the video.

There it was - my deepest fantasy, or at least almost. A sweet beautiful girl with big, dark, laughing eyes was kneeling on the ground and looking up to a wall of naked men, of who you could just see their lower bodies, and who were standng around her. They were all masturbating with great pleasure it seemed, and they all came at about the same time, certainly eight or more of them. She laughted when she looked up and was showered with cum, again and again and again. She rubbed it all over her body as if it was some precious lotion, she licked her lips, she tasted her fingers, An still it didn't stop.

I was frantic when Phillip came, and he was surprised to find me naked and so much out of my mind. He had not yet closed the door behind him when I had already opened his trousers and held on to his cock, which was hard in an instant in my mouth. My legs gave in, and I sank to my knees, but held on to him and sucked him as if I was starving (which I actually was). He could not resist long. But unlike other times, I did not swallow him, but at the last moment, I leaned back, and looked up to him. And he came violently all over my face, and my body, and came, and came.

It was then when my first orgasm of the evening hit me, and I am not sure if I was not xxxxxxxxxxx with it for at least a few seconds.

Phillip has lost - the Austrian football team is out of the tournament, after they were defeatead by the Germans, which had to be expected. Just not by all of my fellow Austrians, who thought they would win for sure. It's always the same - be it football or any other kind of war.

I, however, have won - my leisure back after the last of my 72 oral exams. And they were so successful - I am very proud of my kids. Yesterday my expert said she has never had such an interesting and entertaining exam day before - she would have liked to listen to our literary conversations for much longer. When she said that it was already 6pm and we had been at it for 10 hours. The kids were so well prepared, and they gave their very best, and appeared so mature, I hardly recognized them. And I am confirmed again: It is worth it - the years of patience, and work, and giving them as much of what I am as I can. So you find your Alpina a thoroughly happy and satisfied woman.

A little undersexed, though, but now I have time to catch up with that, and I certainly will. Have some good sex, too, my friends, life's just too short to miss it.