I see mostly with my hands."She laughed as she said, "I'm very good with my hands!" That you are," I laughed back at her.So, as I scooted away a littl..., her hand caught my leg then she said, "Not too far. Close is nice." OK," I replied, stopping my travel away from her.I was silent for a while, trying to put together all of the pieces I was finding out about her. I guess she figured out why I was being quiet and began her story.She told me she hadn't been born blind but was in a head-on car. These intimate topics made me closer to deepa.i had always admired her and so did she.but since they were a good couple , i never took much interest, and she was too shy .We then started emailing each other and started talking about each others sex likings.one day i told her that i had too much desire to have sex with her.i was afraid she would not like me saying this.but to my surprise , she said she did want it too.We talked about it but it did not happen for a few months.then one day i was. I sat on the armchair as he stood over the sleeping form of my companion. 'She's a little beaut', he said turning to look at me, 'Mind you sweetie, you're a catch yourself' and as if to emphasise his sentiments he clutched his crotch, taking a handful of his pants as if it were his penis, to show his pleasure at our presence.I knew what he meant and made no comment, except to ask for another wine from the bottle I was carrying.'That's the spirit' he said, 'I like a girl who knows what it's. We were still kissing and I was finding it difficult to breathe until suddenly something happened…Lynne wriggled in such a way that her thigh was resting directly between my legs and suddenly it was as if she had hit some secret button. I spread my legs really wide, trying to get the maximum contact between Lynne’s body and me and as she rubbed and I knew I was going to have that wonderful feeling again. Lynne had told me it was called an orgasm and I knew it was going to be a good.