We had just had a few drinks and she was pretty tipsy, and very horny. We got back into the bedroom and she didn't hesitate to rip her cloths off and ...jump into bed. I striped naked as well and got on top of her and started kissing her neck. I could tell that was not what she wanted because she grabbed my shoulders and pushed me down under the covers to where she really wanted my tongue. I probed around between her legs with my tongue until I found her eagerly awaiting clit. I listened to her. It was then I saw her.Not so much her as the bright white stick she was holding out in front of her. She had stopped and was tap tapping the space in front of her. She was completely hidden under a raincoat that looked two sizes too big for her. I couldn't see her face but it was obvious that she was either partially sighted or maybe even totally blind. I sat watching her as she seemed to gather herself before stepping out onto the crossing.The stick was sweeping a short arc as she carefully. So I didn't quite fit in with the "experienced" guys, nor was I fully accepted as a nerd. I was quite fair, tallish, immature sexually and socially, with little or no body hair. I was told that my best features were my blue eyes and blond hair, my long, straight legs, and my cute bubble bum. I was not ruggedly handsome, I was boyishly pretty. But I was quite self-confident, happy in my own skin and easy-going.Joan was like a mother to me, but a mother who I was able to confide in, and trust. I. When she told me I asked her to marry me. I felt it was the right thing to do.I liked her a lot and figured I could grow to love her. Her family hated me from the start. I guess it began because they blamed me for not using protection and getting their daughter pregnant. In their eyes Mary Ann could do no wrong. I was fighting an uphill battle from the start.The only one in her family that liked me was her sister Kathy. She was two years younger than Mary Ann: she was a lot more quiet, and kept.