She'd never had a visual component to her life, so was able to carry on adequately without it.When she started school, she attended regular classes. S...e'd already learned Braille and the school provided the Braille version of all the normal books. She couldn't see the blackboard. And she couldn't do most art projects. But she blossomed when she was introduced to modeling clay. While the others used crayons, or construction paper and glue, she made small sculptures-and became very good at. I was trembling with excitement. He removed his shirt revealing his well-defined chest, abdomen and hard brief covered cock. He quickly lifted my shirt over my head and then pulled the elastic of my briefs over my hips, (revealing my rigid boyhood), down my thighs and legs until I kicked them off completely.My heart was pounding in my ears. Randy slid his underpants off and laid with me. He kissed me gently while sliding his hand down my chest, over my belly and on to my cock. I inhaled. I loved everything in there, BUT I still hadn’t made the connection yet to actually putting on the lingerie myself. I recall around this time and older male cousin saying, “I love the pics in those mags, but I really like a lady with a bit of clothing on” referring to lingerie. I guess it runs in the blood!As I had gotten older, I had more responsibilities around the house, this meant I had to start taking my turn doing the laundry and then BANG there it was, the confluence of all my. No longer the firmest; probably not the prettiest and certainly not the dirtiest. If the guys wanted dirty, they paid extra for ‘Evil Evie’. But Evie was booked - her huge, gravity-defying bra-less tits already scheduled for a soaking in a wet T-Shirt-meets-pissing-contest which pulled in a lot of money. “I’m really not all that fond of watersports,” I complained, looking at what was expected. “Same with spanking or ‘getting a little rough’. It’s okay to play tie-up for the regular price,.