I am always amazed that when non-European people see pictures of my home country, it reminds them foremost of something by Walt Disney, or similar things: Cinderellas's Castle, or the Heidi Cartoon which was produced in Japan and which is based on a Swiss novel. If the Sound of Music is also a Cartoon, I don't know.

And then of course I wonder who people think I may be: such a Cartoon person with a quaint Cartoon life dancing to the sound of some yodelling music all day as those images imply? I must disappoint you, I am not - as little as you are all cowboys and indians, or eskimos, or wear a skirt made of grass and a nose ring ... still it's amazing to see how these images reverberate. For a reason we seem to love to think that others are different ...

Another typical view - closer to my home. It is the scenery that has formed me. Although it looks very rural, it's not so far away from the next towns. You reach them easily by public transport. The towns are down in the river valley, beyond the last green hills.

It's a hilly landscape with a lot of forest; everything is soft and rounded, and very green. There are fruit trees, and meadows with cows, and now and then a house. The valleys are a little narrow, maybe like the minds of us inhabitants. We live a sheltered life, where nothing is really far away and things are defined. But in the distance there are the beautiful, snow topped mountains - they stand for beauty, and hopes, and our yearning to leave our well-ordered lives and see something of the world beyond.

Up there must me peace, and freedom - when I was a child I always wanted to go there and stand at the top and look beyond to see the world. And I did - there are other mountains behind them, even higher ones, and other valleys and then more mountains. And behind those - in the very far distance - there is Italy and the Mediterranean Sea.

I thought if anybody asked I would tell about Aldo and us, and now you did, OldGeezer ... Elsie came over to me Sunday afternoon, too, to talk and find out if everything had only been a dream, she said with a laugh. And we got pretty horny again just rehashing what had gone on at Aldo's and certainly needed a swim in the cool water of my pool.

Yes, we did it the three of us - Aldo easily has the stamina for this. Once in the middle of it all, Elsie said to me: Imagine Joerg could do all this ... and there was a whistful smile all over her face. Aldo loved it orally first and to watch us two licking and sucking him together. Then we rolled a condom on him and this was the sign for him to give it to us both, one after the other, and then from the beginning again, and he was indefatigable. And so were Elsie and I, at least for some time, until we just couldn't take any more. Aldo came with a roar inside Elsie, as there were tears streaming over her face with joy and lust.

After a quick drink we got dressed and went home, and we decided that this hadn't been our last hen party together.

I was woken up this morning by my Sister Hyde side - some of you remember that she is my dark and dirty sexual twin, and she was laughing about me like mad. She had knocked me out last night unaware and taken things out of my hands. And that is what happened:

Elsie and I had decided to go out on Saturday night together and have what my English friends used to call a hen party - just the two of us and no cock (to stay with the metaphor). We wanted to go dancing to a place which has opened recently at the fringe of the town, and off we went in Elsie's car.

To be honest we were two pretty horny hens and felt quite adventurous; we didn't drink much because of the driving but we enjoyed being noticed by the surplus of men who had gathered there. So we were dancing and flirting; we had made sure before that if some particularly tasty guys were among the crowd, we might not be totally averse to some closer encounters. We enjoyed ourselves, but there wasn't much more.

This all changed when suddenly around midnight Aldo came in. Some might remember that Elsie knows him because we were at the Swingers Club with him and Elsie had been mightily impressed by what he could do to a receptive girl. To keep this blog from becoming overly long, I'll just mention that we went home with him and that this morning I woke up with that lovely feeling between my thighs that makes me feel utterly feminine and pleased.

I am supposed to correct my my essays today, so that's what I do, but first let's have a swim.

This is a view in the region where I live - over the Lake of Constance (Bodensee) - on the left there is Switzerland, on the right Germany and in the foreground Austria. It may not be spectacular, but I love it.

Angelika took this picture last weekend and sent it to me. When it was so lovely on Friday and Saturday, we travelled around Vorarlberg together as if we were foreign tourists - like to see our home area with different eyes. We were driving around in Joerg and Elsie's car - they lent it to us because they had decided to stay at home all weekend. Kueken didn't feel well and they wanted to look after her.

As I have no car I do not really know my home county from the driver's perspective, only as far as there are trains and public buses. And I must say driving through it was quite an adventure and I found it is wonderful. In the evening we took an expensive hotel room (it was only half an hour's drive from my home), walked along the lake, had dinner and then spontaneously went to the theatre. We had a great time together, Angelika and I, like sisters, or at least like very good friends.

This week there was wonderful, warm weather every day. As our finals have begun, I had a lot of work during the day, and in the evening Joerg and Elsie and sometimes my neighbours came over to swim. They always stayed to a glass of wine until almost midnight, and that's the reason why I neglected my blog a little.

Of course Soul Sisters, depotguy, I didn't dare use this term, but as you mention it, I agree with all my heart. And as my religion tells me that souls are immortal anyway, age does not matter a bit. What made you think I had gone into religious retreat, quarterinch, is it my nun-like life because of my blatant lack of a lover and the scarcity of sex I presently suffer from? I admit there is a drought in my private life, and I am facing this situation for the first time. Something must be done about it - it's my body which tells me so, and my body never lies ...

I don't have time right now to report more about my days with Angelika, the weather is too lovely outside and the sun is calling my name loud. In the past it would have been easy for you to read Angelika's story in my blog just by the help of the find-function of the browser, but as this is now structured into a million pages, it's almost impossible to find anything. I will have to make myself a table of contents one of these days.

By the way - with Angelika I am always reminded of the song "Ebony and ivory, live in perfect harmony" by Paul M. and Michael J. Who says that black and white cannot get on well with each other - she and I really do. She with her customary innocent white panties, which contrast so lovely with her skin, and I with my customary black ones - where is the problem?

Welcome Osma, it's good to find you among my readers. Is your birthday really on May 15th like mine, depotguy - then we must be soulmates for sure. It's been such wonderful warm weather here since Friday that I was hardly ever inside. And I spent great days with Angelika so that I had no time to write my blog. And when I did last night, the page finally refused to load and I lost it. So here is an update, or at least part of it.

When I noticed that the taxi which brought Angelika to my front door late on Thursday afternoon had Swiss registration plates, I immediately knew that she was still in the same profession. The trip from Zuerich Airport must have cost her a fortune. Some of you may remember that Angelika is Phillip's daughter from an early marriage, young and extremely good-looking with her coffee coloured skin, and not an arts student as she unsually makes people believe, but working for a top class escort service. As a top class whore for the very rich, she makes very good money indeed. But she has not changed a bit - she greeted me with open arms and a winning smile and looks as pretty and innocent as ever.

We had our pizza together and sat in my kitchen until late, and she told me about herself. She is not working for the same service anymore, though - because of the big competition in this business her company had gradually lowered standards which means that it began catering for more ordinary people who were just after cunt (her words). When they also changed their policy so that she could not choose her customers anymore and had no veto, she quit. Now she is working for another service which is less known, so business is a little slack, but the customers are better again. She told me some names and it sounded as if we had switched on the television news.

After midnight we climbed into the pool, although it was still raining heavily. We must have looked very silly, because we two nudies were standing in the water up our necks, but each holding an umbrella in our hands. We didn't want to get our hair wet before going to bed, but noone saw us anyway. They may have heard us laugh, though, I am almost sure of that.

I threatened my students I would not hand them their annual reports if their class book was not found and everything got in order - and one hour before the deadline some girls came to me and said that the corpus delicti was accidentally found. Of course they had no idea how it had got there - but their eyes betrayed them. I knew that they were suffering from this kind of omerta, the Mafia-like code that you never tell a teacher if a student has done wrong, even if the whole school knows and he brags about it everywhere. Even if its effects are damaging to themselves. So I didn't dramatize the situation much - I just said I was glad the run-away had been caught, and that was it.

This all was on my birthday, and that is why it maybe depressed me a little more that I wanted to admit.

The rest of the day was nice - I had Open House in the afternoon and in the evening I served some snacks to those who had stayed. My neighbours came over for some time, and Elsie was here and helped me. A few colleagues arrived in two cars and drank off most of the champagne. I had a call from Ruth, and to my surprise one from Tanja. I had a call from Phillip in London just before midnight. There were lovely cards from Leon, from Beatrix and one even from Traudl, the Elf, and Viktoria. There was nothing from Timo - I think he didn't even know.

What I was very glad about was an e-mail from Angelika already the night before - it's so long since I saw her last. I phoned back immediately and guess what - she will come to me later today. It's a Catholic holiday, Ascension, and no work for four days, so it's like a short holiday. I have made a fire because it's so cold, so that my house is nice and warm when she comes - and tonight we'll probably do a Pizza together.

A Monday like so many Mondays - although there was an unpleasant end to it. Because the school year is coming to an end for my class and their finals will begin soon, I had to do some administrative jobs, like finding out how many compulsory lessons the students had missed in the last term. We have quite a liberal system here which means that those who have missed lesson are registered in a special book the class takes along, and at the same time students have their individual booklets in which they take down when they were not there.

I had collected their individual booklets to count their absences, but noticed that some had not taken down anything for months although I remembered them missing, and when I asked them for the class book, they said someone had stolen it, which of course never happens. It's fairly obvious that this has been a plot, so that no-one can prove how often they were absent without excuse, as this number is written into their report books. It appears like peanuts, and you wonder why I bore you with it here, but it made me look so very bad tonight at the staff meeting; they really let me down - after all this time I tried to help them and to do my best for them.

It's one of the moments when you ask yourself why you are ever nice to students, and don't police them all the time or make them look bad. I am so sad and hurt.

What a busy Saturday. I went to dinner with all the English and German teachers of our school, and it was quite pleasant and the food delicious. We were close to the lake and so we had a fish meal and lots of lovely local white wine. We're doing this once a year, and it's always a good opportunity for some gossip and updates on private lives. When I came home in the afternoon, I was pretty tired and after swimming for some time, I fell asleep on my deckchair. That's the reason why I am suffering from a slight sunburn today and I am just wearing panties so that the clothes won't hurt me. Particularly my breasts are very sensitive to textile rubs.

Towards 6 pm. yesterday I decided to bring an old friend of mine a birthday present - his is three days before mine and he never forgets it. I just wanted to put a bottle of wine before his front door, as I expected him to be away on such a lovely evening, but he was sitting on the verandah with his wife and teenage daughter and they seemed genuinely pleased to see me. So I was in for some more food - lovely babecued lamb - and great wine and even champagne. When we were 19, at the end of our school time, we had slept a few times with each other - his wife knew and to my surprise even his daughter, and they never fail to mention it now and then whenever we meet. But they are all very sweet and a happy family, so it's only of sentimental value to them and not more. His daughter even seemed to be pretty impressed that I had done "IT" with her dad, because when I left before midnight, she hugged me surprisingly tight when she kissed me good-bye.

Today I was cycling for two hours with Elsie - another attempt at keeping fit and slim and attractive, and it was beautiful, although the bike dress hurt my breasts. So I am glad it's off again. And now it's time for another swim. Enjoy the rest of the day, too, my friends. In my thoughts I am swimming with you.