We first spent a week in the Piedmont, Italy, and it was just wonderful; we tasted wine and bought a few boxes, and we ate great meals. We did everything very slowly and took a lot of time, and I felt physically well and relaxed and my legs didn't play me any nasty tricks, either. I had to think of my friend Gio when I was sitting in a roadside café in Torino - any guy at the next table could have been him.

When we came home there were general elections in Austria and their result was so depressing that I had to go into exile to Zürich for some days: the conservative right-wingers won a landslide 25% of the votes. So one of four people in the street voted for a bunch of ignorants who represent the intolerant, xenophobic and mean, who doubt that man has ever reached the moon but who readily believe the world began with two nude people conversing with a talking snake in a garden. Who believe that God created their litte hometown, which is the best in the world, especially for them, and so they have the right and duty to tell everyone what is right and what is wrong. Because their only idea of freedom is to earn money at whoever's cost, also all the cynics votes for them: they think they are harmless idiots so they can do business without caring for anyone or anything.

When I told this to an American friend of mine on he phone, he laughed and said, I'd love to have your worries. In your country it's 25%, here they are the government. I don't know if you can really compare - but for Austria is a shame. Beatrix in Zürich, where I spent some days in exile, calmed me down a little, so I didn't ask for political asylum in our neughbouring republic, but came home again on Friday night.

Phillip is such a dear - because he knew that if I were still teaching, I would have a holiday soon, he himself took some days off and suggested going away so that I didn't get out of the holiday routine. So we will leave tomorrow - where to is still his secret. I think I won't be online for close to a week.

First I was not so excited and a little anxious because one of our neighboring houses was burgled three days ago. But Helene promised she would have an eye on everything and usually be at home during dusk and the night, so I think all will be fine.

The weather report looks quite promising, and we will certainly have a wonderful time, wherever this will be.

Monday morning and people leave and I stay behind. I have begun to look through my things. In my study and my attic there are cupboards full - from school, but also reminders of my past, stuffed somewhere in a hurry after being discarded, but still very much there and waiting. When I was half way through a chest of drawers with recent material, my eyes fell on some volumes of my diary, which I have been writing for so long - on and off, but for close to 26 years. No-one has ever read it but me - unlike my blog which I enjoy because I can elicit some response from my readers. I filled a journal every year, sometimes more, and almost every time I had sex in my life must have been recorded. One day I will attempt to count with how many men this was.

Today I didn't get far in my attempt at creating some order. I read some very early texts from when my parents were still alive and a simple reality - someone to mutter about and to disagree with, someone who kept me from doing things (though not often). How bitterly I complained about my father who refused to allow me this or that. When they were dead, I was often sorry I had not done everything to please them.

But then, back in the 80ies, I knew best and was adventurous, I was into giving blowjobs to guys who didn't even know such things were done, and took down notes about how they tasted. I dared to go to a local shop and bought a load of condoms, winning a bet that I would do it. Those were the days, those were. How very, very distant this all appears.

Don't worry - I am here, I just have a different feeling for time lately, although one would think I had more of it at hand than ever before. All is so slow. I haven't gone to the market yet - there are torrents of rain outside. If there weren't such a thick layer of dark clouds, I could see that the mountain tops are white - the temperatures have fallen dramatically and they have brought about some snow. Not here - I am still using my pool, although this morning is was very cold - nipple-rising-cold - as Phillip calls it, and he is a keen observer of my physique.

It was so much better in the Jacuzzi on Thursday night, nice and warm and soothingly bubbly. There were only Joerg and Elsie and me, and it was a calm evening without sex, although it can't have been totally unerotic considering Joerg's physical reactions and his exploring hands.

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Helene has decided not to look for an office job any longer but work as a part time waitress in a bar and restaurant. It will mean late hours for her - but she will give it a try.

Angelika lives now in Phillip's old flat in town and works for the paper full time. I see her pretty often. She seems quite happy, although it was a big step for her from being a high-class escort to being a local reporter. Thanks for asking how she is - it is so nice that some of you remember people around me and ask about their health and well-being, even if I don't mention them in my blog so often.

Esther, my former student and talented pianist, visits me whenever she has time and plays for me. I have grown really fond of her.

And Phillip, my Phillip, has fucked the receptionist at the hotel he stayed in Vienna. It's not the first time, and he still can't resist such an offer: when he asks this total stranger if there is a free bed in the hotel and she says: maybe you just need half a bed and share mine? According to his detailed memory, the telling of which didn't excite me as much as him, the girl must have been quite a wild one.

Sometimes I am sent pictures by my readers which show more than only the tip of their cock. There were some from the Caribbean in the last few days - wonderful islands, sailing boats and sun-sets, and my heart was aching to be there and enjoy such a life. Our mountains are nice, too, but because they are so high all around, they make the sky appear smaller, and the horizon is not as wide as in many place. I love those wide horizons over the sea or a flat area of land, the sky is so big then and the clouds, if there are any, are much more impressive. And the sunsets can never be as technicolor here as I like them to be.

Phillip is in Vienna for some days, so my time passes even more slowly than usual. Sometimes it is as if the air was all frozen around me and I was caught in it like an insect in amber. I woke up in Helene's arms this morning, so that's the way I must have fallen asleep. She ran a bath for me and gently washed me and massaged my skin.

She is out at the pool at the moment, I can see her from here. She is lying on a towel in the grass and pearl drops of water on her skin glitter in the sun. Although she's lying on her back, it seems that she stretches her body towards the sun and wants so much to be touched by the warming sunbeams. She is looking for a job for some time, now that I am at home, but it's not easy.

By the way: as my timetable has changed so completely lately, there is no MTM (masturbation Tuesday morning) anymore, it's MWIL now (masturbation whenever I like).

"You're still having a normal sex life?" the young female doctor asks me during today's check-up at the hospital. "Normal, ehh ...", silly me stutters. "Intercourse with your husband,like before your pregnancy", she explains. "Oh, yes, all's quite normal", says I, "nothing out of the ordinary at all." I didn't want to explain.

I think Helene fell in love with Aldo's cock. She talked of nothing but it today and how exactly it had made her feel. And she sang whenever I met her around the house. I was a little sorry for Aldo - it seems that she hardly noticed that a thoroughly sweet guy is attached to that cock. She didn't mention him at all.

Elsie phoned today and said that she was now absolutely sure Aldo was the father of her child. She said she had felt it, and that's why she wasn't as squeamish as I and had a good time although her belly was bigger than mine. If she should tell Aldo about it? - "Don't be crazy, Eisi", I warned. Eisi is an alternative dialect version of Elsie - I sometimes call her this because it rhymes so nicely with crazy. And I even tell her in English, although her English is pretty basic.

But otherwise, I had quite an ordinary day.

A guy and girl - that's intimate. A guy and two girls is a dare. A guy with three girls is almost something like a crowd. It's a reversed gang bang - with the bang waiting because it's only a gang of one. I must admit I had seen it in a film before, but then the two extra girls got at each other in the meantime, but this is not really what is on our mind.

Helene was really impressed by the size of Aldo's cock - she had never seen anything like that. She had imagined it big, she said hoarsely when she saw it - but not THAT big - it took her breath away and switched her mind off and her instincts on full power. What makes me wonder is why woman so often cry when entered by Aldo for the first time. It just seems to overwhelm them. Elsie did, I remember well. I can't really say what I did.

Aldo kissed me gently when he saw me in my state - Italian guys are much into family and children, and he insisted on listening to my tummy and feeling for movement, which I told him was a little early. He also insisted on me rolling the condom over his beauty (he says he has to buy them in Italy, because they are not much asked for here - cheeky guy), and to take it off again when the moment had come for him to squirt his cum all over us waiting girls. Us, yes, because I knelt with them before his towering beauty and when it began, and we thought again it would never end.

Before, he alternately did it with Helene and Elsie, and both cried now and then, and both shouted and moaned, until they could no longer and Aldo's moment came. As a mere onlooker I couldn't help thinking that sex did sometimes look a little awkward, and that whoever had thought of it first - and it might have been GOD - had a truly imaginative mind.

I was so overwhelmed by you positive reactions that I have decided to post the picture of us one-and-a-half also here. Thanks for all the good wishes, and I am glad the way I look does not completely erase all your naughty thoughts.

I have just come back from the market - there are so many fresh products on sale at the moment, which were grown locally, that it is difficult to decide what to take. I won't be cooking much at home, though, because Phillip is mainly on duty all weekend, but I have promised to cook at Elsie's tonight - and there is nothing like fresh vegetables for male strength.

Yes, it's our Aldo Day and there is much excitement around the house. Elsie has bought enough Prosecco to serve an Italian football team, and it's going to be drunk in the Jacuzzi to loosen up what might still be tense by then. Let's hope the weather keeps - it's been warm in the last few days because of the Föhn - you may remember: this strong, southerly wind which effects this and that in people. But if it changes: I am sure we won't feel the cold front too much.

Sometimes I think my darker Sister Hyde side and with her all my stranger sexual instincts have left me for good and that just the good girl remains who wants to be cradled into some strong arms and gently be rocked to some deeper feelings by the one man in my life. It's when I am worried about my health and afraid of what might happen to the one-and-a-half of us.

And then suddenly she shows her claws and shakes me and takes over all my feelings and desires and shouts at me: you only live once. Take all you can, and try all you don't know. Why say no to anything that offers itself to be enjoyed, and you like it? And then my hunger is so big that nothing can really give me any rest.

Yes, I live only once - and I am still alive, so beware - here I come and devour you.

There were some sunny days lately and they were like this for me, too. Not entirely without clouds, but whatever is? After the last appointment with my doctor it has become clear that I will not go back to school before my maternity leave, which was supposed to begin in October. I hurts me a little that I had to give up teaching without even saying good-bye, but since the news spread at school, I got a number of phone-calls and lovely get-well cards, even from students who usually forget quickly.

So I am dozing through the end of the summer. I try going for a walk every day when I feel fine, to show my growing tummy to the local inhabitants, who love commenting on its size and wishing me well. Accoding to an elderly woman I met in a field I have a girl-tummy, not a boy-tummy, but this is what I have been saying all along.

I phoned Aldo and told him what my health is like, so that he would not have wrong expectations, should we really meet at Elsie's house. This weekend could be good, as Joerg seems to be away for business reasons. Aldo was really understanding and said that as long as I was there to watch, all was fine with him. He is such a dear and Helene was overjoyed when she got the news. So let's the weekend come and see what it will bring.