My luvs are napping with our children in our bedroom after wonderful lunch and I took a time to write this diary.

My Fran turned on video concert of Michael Jackson Live in Munich 1997 at our house on our computer when he was babysitting our children while we exercised in Friday. He danced with Mikey and Precious. Taking few minutes of break before having martial arts training, we came to our living room and we watched the concert. Seeing hysterical girls who cried seeing M.J., shouted: “I love you, Michael!” and screamed as loud as they can, my Prince returned to the balcony. My Ivy followed him angrily saying:

- Crazy damn bitches! They disgracing all females. No wonder why we are treated disrespectfully by men! Fucking psychos!

She forgot on Mikey and Precious. He said to her:

- Bad mama! Dirty tongue, mama!

She lifted him into her arms and kissing him she apologized for swearing. Then she went to the balcony. I disagreed with her. Therefore I followed her and I said to her:

- Honey, we were ‘crazy bitches’ too, remember?

Ivy: Yes, Princess, we were, but we we’re normally crazy! We danced, we sung, we jumped and we smooched. That was all. We didn’t do anything those fucks did! Just ask Prince what he thinks about them.

Me: Honey?

Prince: Ivy is right. I don’t like that kind of girls. They looks emotionally unstable because they can’t control their emotions and behaving on the concert. Some of them were delirious. That’s disgusting me. My mom forced me to go to Pentecostal church with her when I was a child and I have seen her and believers’ hysterical behaving on the church meetings. It was scary and awful. No more hysteria of any kind.

My Ivy slapped his butt and grabbing him for his neck she deep kissed him saying:

- That’s my man! Love you!

They finished putting their sparring equipment on and they started to practice martial arts with Silvano. But my Prince’s words echoed in my mind. I just realized that he and my Ivy have one more thing in common. My Fran and I don’t mind those girls being euphoric and it is sympathetic to us to some degree, but my luvs are different. Anyway, our differences cannot affect negatively on our love because we learned to handle our disagreements especially about unimportant things.

Nick and Adriana took us out yesterday. They told us to wear the fanciest outfits we have for they are taking us to very expensive club for supper. (Cheapest meal was 50 Euros). My Prince’s protest that it is wasting of money failed. Since he didn’t want us to be sad, he agreed to go. My Ivy and I dressed our new dresses without bra and panties and we fixed each other’s hair and makeup. Even Mikey addressed us compliment saying: “Beautiful mamas.” When they came to pick us, they looked very elegant and attractive too. We exchanged compliments and switched cars because our is bigger and more comfortable than theirs. My Prince was driving. My Ivy had to tease Adriana saying:

- Say, hottie, do we have to behave in the club and if we do, give us the list of things we aren’t allowed to do.

Adriana chuckled and said: I have no problem with your sexual adventures any more, Ivy. I have seen too much of that in Ireland, but you can’t do anything sexual in the club we are going to since they have security cameras all over the place.

Ivy: How about the restrooms?

Adriana: There are no cameras, but both restrooms have personnel who are sitting there and maintain the space.

Ivy: You did purposely. You know we like sex in the public and you picked the place where it is fucking impossible.

Nick (laughing). No, Ivy, we didn’t pick that place for that reason. When we looked for nice place we haven’t had in mind your affinity for sex in public. It just slipped out of our mind ….

Ivy: OK, then, apology accepted. I will find the way to fuck my husband there. Princess and I didn’t wear this dresses for nothing.

We all blasted in laughter.

When we arrived to that place we loved both, exterior and interior. The steward led us to our table. Now, I will make it very short: We enjoyed in the evening. We didn’t eat at all but we drunk lot of non-alcohol cocktails, except of my Prince who had plain mineral water. Nick and Adriana talked about their experiences in Ireland and their work as chiefs in the cake factory. Did my Ivy found the way to fuck my Prince? Of course. She gave 10 Euros to the waiter who let us use small storage room for 20 minutes. Oh, my, we were very excited. My Prince wasn’t. But he did it because it meant a lot to us. Anyway, we also had a great time dancing. I could see how many men ate me and my Ivy with their look and how many girls and ladies longed for my Prince. My Ivy and I “performed” small soft erotic show when we danced. This time we weren’t stopped because we didn’t do anything concretely. Everything was like “in the air” except final kiss.

Returning home, we thanked Nick and Adriana for wonderful time. They sat in their car and went home. We checked and kissed our children, thanked Zdenka and dad Boss for babysitting them and we went under the shower where we had another sex round. Then we went to sleep.