Last night was a wonderful night for Italy. Friends and foes must agree we played like angels. And the angel with the largest wings, Pirlo!
I had arranged an adventure with a man for 10.15, which is a little bit strange given my love of football. Maybe my love of sex is greater.
My friend for the evening arrived and started to hit the right buttons and it was good. And then something wonderful and glorious happened. I was being fucked, which was nice, when suddenly a chorus of car horns reverberated around where we were fucking. Italy had won and Rome was celebrating. I was fucking for Italy. It was a wonderful moment and one I will cherish.
Not many people will be able to say that on Thursday 28th June, when Italy beat Germany to reach the final, that they were being fucked to a chorus of car horns etc. I had a horn inside me blowing away too.
A great, great and satisfying moment.
Forza Azzurri!
Daria
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