0 comments/ 19328 views/ 10 favorites Blind Vision By: Cromagnonman To say that I live in darkness is not entirely true. What is true is that I can't see with my eyes, but my other senses can see for me. I was not always blind, my vision was good until an accident a couple of years ago resulted in my loss of sight. Because I can remember what things look like, I am able to associate their scent with my memory of them. The perfume that wafts from the garden brings a picture of the flower before me. When the neighbours crank up their barbeque and I smell the aroma and hear the sound of steak and onions sizzling away it makes my mouth water. Up to a point I can take care of myself, I know how to shave by feel so I don't need a mirror for that, the shower has a mixer tap so I can shower without help, the toilet paper is always handy so I can wipe my arse. The food is placed in a certain position by Mary, my carer, so that I can make myself a snack if I should feel hungry between meals. I can even make my own coffee or tea if required. I have a black eye, his name is Warlock and he's a black Labrador. He is my constant companion as well as my eyes. He can walk me to the shops, especially the pet food shop where he has made friends with the staff who spoil him rotten, giving him lots of pats and the odd treat, he particularly likes pig's ears and will quite happily lie on the floor of the shop and munch away on it while I buy his food. So, I guess you could say that I had my life sorted, and in a way I have. There is one real problem that I have that I don't know how to overcome. Actually that isn't totally correct, you see, before my accident I had a healthy sex life but after my lengthy stay in hospital and through the rehabilitation process, I found that the girl I thought would stand by me through my problems and support me, went off and married my best friend. Now I am restricted to taking matters in hand, so to speak. I was sitting on a sun lounge in my back garden, if you can call a couple of potted shrubs in a paved courtyard a garden, soaking up the rays with Warlock stretched out beside me when Mary came and stood next to me. I knew something was bothering her, she only ever did that when she had a problem. "Simon, can I have a word with you?" "Sure, what's the problem?" "I've been putting off telling you this because I didn't want you to feel sorry for me, but I have to go into hospital for and operation, it's nothing serious, but I'll be out of action for a couple of weeks and there may be a period of a further couple of weeks before I can come back to work." "No problem, you go off and get yourself better, I can take care of myself." I was thinking 'what am I going to do? How will I manage? I rely so much on her to prepare meals and do the housework and a whole range of other chores that I probably am unaware of. "I've been giving it some thought. I know that you can take care of yourself up to a point, but you really do need someone for those things that you can't do, and I think I have a solution." "I'm all ears." "My daughter Stephanie, I've spoken to you about her." "The one who has just split up with her bastard of a husband?" "That's the one. Well she is having to move out of her apartment and is looking for a place to stay until she can find a new place of her own. I suggested that she could stay here for the time being, you have a spare bedroom that's not being used, so she could stay there, and while she's here she could help you to look after yourself." "And you have told her that you would talk to me about it and that I'd agree with you so she can stay here?" "Sort of." "When can I meet her? I want to see her before I say 'yes'." "I'll bring her with me tomorrow, you can have a chat and she can get a feel of what she will have to do around here." Will tomorrow never come? I lay awake in bed imagining what this woman would look like. I have never seen Mary so I have nothing to go on, she may not even look like her mother, who knows? One thing, if she is as caring as her mother she will fit in fine. But then again she could be an ugly and deformed creature whose husband couldn't wait to be rid of. Hurry up tomorrow, the suspense is killing me! Today is the tomorrow of yesterday, and I have just heard Mary's car pulling into my driveway. Two doors have opened and two doors have closed. A key in the front door lock, a puff of breeze as it opens and the rustle of packages, Mary has done some shopping on the way over. A mumble of voices, "Simon, we're here." "I'm in the Living Room." I had been sitting here for some time with a classical music station playing softly on my stereo. I heard them come in, there was a different perfume in the air that I didn't recognise. "Simon, I'd like you to meet Stephanie." I held out my hand and felt it grasped by a soft, small hand. The perfume was closer. "What's the perfume that you're wearing? I don't recognise it? It's somehow familiar but I can't seem to place it." "It's Obsession." "I have Obsession but it doesn't smell like that, it's close but no cigar." "The Obsession for women is slightly different from the men's." "That must be it. By the way, this black thing beside me is Warlock." Warlock had introduced himself before I had finished my little speech, I could feel the breeze from his tail as he stood to be petted. "Aren't you the handsomest thing?" Stronger breeze from his tail. "He'll take all the flattery you can give, so you'll have to go easy on it or he'll think that he runs the show." 'Doesn't he?" "Sssh, don't tell him that." I told her with mock severity. We exchanged banter for several minutes before she was called away by Mary to be shown the room that she would be sleeping in, I hadn't actually said 'yes' but it had been assumed that I would, and where everything was. Mary, with Stephanie's help, made lunch for us, Mary didn't have any because she was on a fast before her operation, and we sat around the table discussing this and that. I sensed that Mary was putting off leaving and was unsure whether it was fear of her operation or concern about Stephanie's ability to look after me. Mary stood up and cleared the table. When she came back she gave Stephanie a hug and tears were shed. "Don't worry Mum, you'll be fine, He's the best Doctor. I'll come in to see you tomorrow. We'll be fine, I'm sure that Simon will take good care of me." "He'd better, or he'll have me to answer to." It was as false as it sounded. I stood up and walked towards her. "You'll be fine, we'll be fine, and don't worry I'll make sure that Stephanie goes in to see you tomorrow." "You'll need the car so you'd better call me a cab." "Don't be silly, I'll take you to the hospital and then I can have the car." "I'll come too." "All right." So we, the four of us, piled into the car, Stephanie drove and Mary sat in the front with Warlock and I in the back. Walking down the corridors of the hospital brought unpleasant memories flooding back. The smells of the place, the sounds of the place, call bells ringing and people scurrying back and forth, all served to remind me of when I had spent so much time here, time and operations, time and recovery, time to really hate the place. "A word of warning, when you order your meal after your operation, never, never, order the steak. Apart from the fact that it resembles a cross section of a ship's hawser both in colour and texture, it is tasteless and hard to chew. Another thing, don't worry too much if you drop a Brussels Sprout, you'll be able to catch it on the rebound, they're like squash balls." "I'm sure that it isn't as bad as all that." "Don't say I didn't warn you." We arrived at the Nurses' Station of the Ward she was in and after the registration procedures were completed we sat by her bed while she stowed her possessions into the cabinet next to her bed. I don't know who felt the most uncomfortable, I suspected Mary, but there was a gnat's appendage between us. Eventually, inevitably, because the nurse had come in to apply all the things that they apply in these situations, Stephanie and I said our good-byes and left. I heard the nurse say, "They make a good couple don't they?" I didn't quite catch Mary's reply. "Do you like Indian food?" Stephanie asked as we drove home. I was seated in the front of the car with Warlock sitting up in the back seat with his safety harness on. "I can't say that I've had much experience with it." "No time like the present for you to experience it. There's an Indian take-away on our way home, we'll pick up something. I promise not to make it too hot or spicy." We stopped and my nose was immediately assailed by a heady mixture of different aromas. "We'll have a Rendang and a Rogan Josh, not too hot, some Daal, Nahn bread and half a dozen Pappadums, the curries come with rice don't they." "Oooh most certainly they do Memsahib, they come with the most excellent Basmati rice that has been cooked to perfection." I could imagine him to be just like Peter Sellers in the movie 'the Party', I even imagined that there would be a Morgan three wheeler parked out back to take him home at the end of the day. A smile crossed my face and Stephanie burst out laughing. It was lucky that the man was relaying the order over the intercom otherwise he might have been offended, but then, if it was an act, our amusement would be praise for his performance. Indian food was, to me, an experience that I'll never forget. I breathed in the aromas of the spices, and when I actually tasted the first forkful every taste bud in my mouth stood at attention and saluted, some spices filled the centre palate while others reacted on the outer palate and the whole combination was culinary bliss for me. I had no idea what this all looked like, the taste was nothing like that which I had experienced in the past and the textures, from the rice to the main courses with their chunks and sauce to the Nahn bread and the crunchy Pappadums. "This is great! Why have I not had this before?" "Mum doesn't like Indian food, it reminds her of my Father, it was his favourite and he endured impossibly hot curries just so he could brag about it. That was one of his lesser faults, but it lead to him wanting to experience India for himself. The last we heard of him he was living with some Indian lady in Mumbai." We finished the meal and put the rubbish in the bin. "Do you mind if I watch a little TV?" Stephanie asked. "No, that's fine, in fact I'll join you." She chuckled, "I suppose you are going to tell me that you can see the TV?" "No, but I could do with the company." "You have no friends?" "No, it's just me and the dog." "How sad. How long have you been on your own?" "Since the accident, that's when my girlfriend ran off with my best friend." "The must have really hurt." She sat beside me on the couch and flicked through the channels looking for a news broadcast. It was depressing, just a lot of news about the wars and revolutions going on around the world interspersed with natural disasters. "Where is all the good news?" "Good news doesn't rate just as it doesn't sell newspapers." She turned the TV off. "Would you mind if I did something?" "Like what?" "I want to look at you." "How are you going to do that? I'm sorry, that came out wrong." "That's okay." I moved my hand to where I thought she was and she took it in hers and placed it on her cheek. I moved my fingers slowly, softly, over the surface of her face, circling her eyes, stroking the full length of her nose and when I ran my finger along her lips, she opened her mouth ever so slightly and kissed it. "You are very pretty." My hand was on her slender neck heading towards her ears. "You have such soft hair." I moved closer and put my nose into her hair just behind her ear. "It smells good too." I kissed her neck and she moved against my mouth, a small sigh came from her lips. "That feels so nice." While my lips were on her neck my other hand was holding her cheek. I moved so that my lips covered hers and gently kissed her. Her hand came up and held my head to her while she returned the kiss. "Would you like to look at my body?" She whispered into my mouth. In answer my hand moved over her shoulders and down her arm to her hand. She grasped it briefly before releasing it to continue its journey of exploration. Reaching her shoulder once more I swept my hand down her side to her waist. She was slim without being skinny, and from the feel of her body there was little, if any, excess body fat. My hand moved to the underside of her breasts, then followed their curve and then over the front, pausing to feel the firmness of her breast and the hardness of her erect nipples. I heard her buttons being undone and her blouse being removed. She reached behind her back and unfastened her bra. As it sprung free my hand cupped her breast, caressing the underside and allowing my fingers to gently rub her nipple. I bent down and smelled the perfume in between her breasts before taking a nipple in my mouth and swirling my tongue around it. "Oh that feel so good." Her voice was so soft that I barely heard it, but in my situation barely is enough, so I moved to her other breast. It was just as good. In the meantime, my hands hadn't been idle. I had one hand between her legs and, as my fingers brushed over the panties covering her pussy she pushed down on them. "You like that don't you." "I love it." Her legs parted. I continued to caress her through the thin material of her panties, my finger sliding between the lips of her pussy while my thumb gently massaged her clit. Her hips were thrusting against my hand and I wondered to myself how long she could hold out before begging for more. I decided to test the water further so I released her nipple from my mouth and moved my head between her legs. The smell of her brought back distant memories, the taste of her juices seeping through her panties brought back more memories. I pulled her panties aside and inserted my tongue into her pussy. I have never before experienced a reaction quite like this, her hand held my head to her, pulled me into her until I had trouble breathing. It was around then that she came, an earth shattering, twitching, trembling orgasm that took her by surprise. For a few seconds there she forgot to breathe until her body cried out for air. "Fuck that was good! Now it's my turn to 'see' your body. She started, as I had done, at the top, kissing me on the lips, moving to gently nibble my neck, her hands lifted my shirt over my head and she began to explore every millimetre of flesh, every nook and cranny. She nipped my nipples, she sucked them, she drew circles on my stomach with the tip of her tongue, and she blew air onto the wetness her tongue left on me. Her hand had located the slide of my flies and it headed south incredibly slowly until she was able to insert her hand and grab my cock. Electric shocks flashed through my body at her touch on him, the first woman to touch him in three years and it showed. "Mmmm, nice," she said as she stroked him, "He's a horny little devil isn't he?" "What do you mean little?" "A figure of speech, just a figure of speech, he's definitely not small." She pulled my trousers down far enough that she could extend her caresses, her feather touch took in my balls and lingered in the area just behind my scrotum that I find so erogenous, and my hips were doing a dance of their own until I entered heaven. Actually it was her mouth, but to me it was heaven. Her tongue played wondrous tricks, her lips circled him and squeezed him as her head moved slowly backwards and forwards along his full length. She could feel my orgasm building to a crescendo and at the very last second, just before I reached the point of no return she withdrew her mouth from my cock. "Why are you stopping?" I breathed my disappointment to her. "Because, my good man, I, I mean we, are going to prolong this for a long, long time. I want to experience every millimetre of you and I want you to experience every millimetre of me. By the time that we are finished I want us to know, instinctively, every erogenous point of each other's body, so that every time we make love, it will be an experience for both of us." "Can I ask you a question?" "You can ask me anything you like, I might not necessarily answer it." "If you are so incredibly sexy and sensual, why did your husband leave you?" "That one I will answer. He was into kinky, you know, the whole BDSM bit, the kinkier the better for him, his favourite author was the Marquis de Sade so that should give you some idea of what he was like. I am more into sensuality, the whole erotic experience of love making. I didn't find whips and leather particularly erotic, I am more your Karma Sutra type, all for getting to know your partner so that you could both gain from the whole sexual experience." "I'm all for that, where do we start?" "I suggest that we get our clothes off and get into bed, we'll be much more comfortable that way." "In that case, let's go." I stood up, hitched my trousers up so that I could walk, and led her unerringly to my room. "That was good. You really can get around. Mum said that you weren't restricted very much in the house, and that, unless she moved something, you could go anywhere without tripping over or banging into things. I'm impressed." "If you think that's impressive, watch this." I took off my trousers and threw them towards a chair that was always in the same place, they landed over the back of the chair as cleanly as if I had stood right in front of it and lowered them gently over the back of the chair. "For my encore." I took of my underpants and socks and tossed them, one after the other. They didn't even touch the sides of the laundry basket by the door. "What a show-off!" Stephanie had taken her clothes off and stood so close to me that I could feel her entire length against me. I picked her up and carried her to my bed and lowered her gently onto it. I then lowered myself onto the bed beside her. I began where I had begun before, at her head. As my lips gently caressed hers, my hands, fingers, gently massaged her scalp. A shiver ran down her body bringing an audible, just, response from her that vibrated my lips. I kissed her eyes, her earlobes, I dragged my teeth gently across her throat, I kissed that little hollow at the top of her sternum, I moved my lips down the valley between her twin peaks before detouring to circle her left nipple with the very tip of my tongue. Her breathing was becoming quite ragged, she would take a deep breath and hold it for a long time before exhaling and catching her breath in a series of short gasps. There was no regularity in her breathing as I continued to work my way slowly down her body, pausing momentarily at her belly button, which, thankfully had no trace of lint in it. Seemingly hours later my mouth met the outer edges of her landing strip pubes. I could detect the faint traces of hair conditioner on the hair so I sniffed my way through the mini jungle until my nose touched the hood protecting her swollen clit. "Oooh." Was all she said, but that was enough. My tongue teased her clit, its tip circling it for several minutes before the tip traced a path between her lips until it reached her puckered hole. It didn't stay long there before returning to her pussy. I licked it, I jabbed my tongue into it, my tongue had a mind of its own and each new position or action brought a response from her, be it raising her hips to allow greater penetration, or a quivering of her hips. I was enjoying the feel of her enjoyment. I really feel sorry for those women who go through life without experiencing an orgasm. I had no reason to feel sorry for Stephanie, when she came she stayed, her orgasm continue the whole time my tongue was inside her pussy. Eventually she grabbed my hair, "I can't go on any longer, now it's my turn." Blind Vision She also began at the top. Her kisses had none of the fiery passion that many women think that all men enjoy, they created a sensuous awareness of her beauty of spirit. She had me aroused even before her lips had left mine. That arousal continued as her lips moved slowly around my neck then down my body until I experienced so many different emotions that I couldn't single out any one of them. Her mouth had closed over my cock, that's all, she didn't move it, she didn't suck it, she just closed her mouth over it and the anticipation was realised in one shattering, mind-blowing orgasm. I could see her smile in her voice, I heard her swallow my cum, I smelt me on her breath as she kissed me. "Mmmm, I enjoyed that," she purred into my mouth. "Not nearly as much as I did." I didn't know what else to say, I couldn't think of what else to say, there was nothing else to say. Anyway, actions speak louder than words. I kissed her again before going down on her pussy. From her reaction, the bringing me to climax had almost the same affect on her, as soon as my tongue entered her, she began to cum, her juices flowing from her into my waiting mouth. At the first stirrings of my awaking cock she pulled me up beside her. "I want you to put him inside me, all the way in, and hold him there." I obliged, no I didn't oblige because that infers that I was under an obligation to put him inside where no obligation existed. "Now, I want you to focus on your whole genitalia." "Now what?" "Are you focussed, really focussed?" "Yes." "Okay, now tense and relax your muscles." As my muscles tensed, I felt her do the same, her pussy clenched him and relaxed. The sensation was, sensational, so I tried it again. "No, no, you just did that without focussing, it's not the same. Just relax, just focus on your cock with your mind, your body will tell you when to tense your muscles." It didn't take long for me to get it right. We lay in each other's arms, my cock inside her, we kissed each other so softly that there was no pressure on our lips but the sensation was the same, if not better than a full-on tongue kiss. I lost track of time, my whole focus was on this woman in my arms and my cock inside her, we did not achieve climax during this time, instead hovering at a point so close to it that it would only take one undisciplined movement to set it all off. Stephanie it was who made that movement, she clenched her muscles as usual, and then, then she, with her muscles still clenched moved her pussy up until she had almost reached the tip of my cock and then she pushed quickly back down my shaft. That did it! I was over the top and galloping down the other side at three hundred miles an hour! Spurt after spurt of cum gushed out of him and flooded her pussy, mixed with her juices until it seeped past her lips and ran down my balls forming a large damp patch on the sheet. "Lucky your mother's in hospital, how could we explain that to her." I felt her chuckle against my neck. We went to sleep, and we really slept, the sleep of two people who were so attuned to each other that nothing else intruded into their world. Intrusion eventually came with the sound of Warlock asking for breakfast. I got out of bed and slipped a robe on. For some reason I couldn't find the door. I bumped into the wall and felt my way to the right until I reached the corner of the room before I realised I should have been going the other way, reversed and eventually found the door handle. I fumbled my way to the kitchen and came to the realisation that I had forgotten which cupboard his food was in. I was confused, confused by everything that had happened last night, my equilibrium had been upset. "Steph, Could you come here please?" "What is it?" I heard her come into the kitchen. "I can't remember which cupboard Warlock's food is in." "Leave it to me." She quickly found his food and, following my instructions, put it into his bowl. He stood next to the bowl looking up at her. When I hadn't heard him start to wolf the food down I explained to her that he was waiting to be told to eat. "Just say 'okay'." As soon as I had said the cue word he started to eat. "I have to do that otherwise he would eat anything anyone shoved in front of him, and end so fat he couldn't walk." "Are you okay?" Stephanie asked after Warlock had finished his food. "You seem dis-oriented this morning." "Yeah, and I'm going to blame you for that. The sex that we had last night was so amazing that my normally organised senses have totally deserted me, I don't know where anything is any more." "Hey! Who was the one who wanted to look at me with his fingers? And don't try to tell me that you weren't an active participant in all of this?" "I didn't say that, all I said was that I don't know where anything is anymore, I don't even know where I am." "Okay, just sit there while I get you some breakfast, I think I might start with coffee, and while we eat you might try to get your head around things, I don't want to have to do everything for you for the rest of my life." I let that one slide past, I thought that she was just being flippant. After breakfast we showered. I pretended that I was still confused, I didn't want her to know just yet that I had straightened out my head and, while there were thousands of thoughts and ideas rattling around, I at least knew where things were, like her breasts. I found these with very little effort and applied a liberal amount of body wash which I massaged into them before rinsing off. By the time I had finished this her nipples had told me that she was aroused once more. She lathered me, paying particular attention to my cock which stood up to allow her to wash his full length, rinsed me off and dried me. We picked up our clothes and dropped them into the laundry hamper before jumping on the bed. The aromas of last night wafted into my nostrils just before my lips found hers. "What's on the menu for today?" I asked. "What's your favourite position?" "Do you mean that there is more than one?" "You're kidding me, right?" "Of course, I prefer it if you straddle me, that way you can control the movement to maximise your enjoyment, and I like it too." Stephanie straddled me and positioned my cock between her pussy lips and slowly lowered herself until she was fully impaled in him. There followed a series of movements that were accompanied by cries of pleasure, from both of us. My hips began to raise themselves to meet her downward thrust and we soon had the mattress bouncing up and down in time with us. "Oooh God, I don't know how much longer I can hold out." She gasped between the juicy sounds of her pussy sliding up and down my cock. "Let it happen, don't hold back just for me because if you come right this second I won't be that far behind you." She let it happen, I let it happen, it happened, and when it did her pussy at first relaxed and I could barely feel it and then, in the middle if her orgasm her muscles tightened and I could feel her all the way from her lips to her cervix. "That was so good, I have never experience anything like what we have achieved over the last day." "Neither have I. I don't want it to stop, do you?" "No way Jose!" If my ex had made love like you I'd still be with him." "I never experienced any thing remotely like this with my ex girlfriend. It might have something to do with the heightened awareness of my other senses since I lost my sight, but the whole experience seems to have achieved a higher plain of consciousness." "That's a very Zen comment. Actually I have a confession to make, are you ready for this?" "I guess so." "Would you believe that I was in love with you, even before I met you?" "How does that work?" "Ever since Mum started working as your Carer she has been telling me all about you, all about what you went through in hospital and when you came out and found that your supposed girlfriend had run off with your best mate. You did it pretty rough there for a while. And then she began to tell me about how you had overcome those problems, you'd stopped feeling sorry for yourself and dragged yourself back towards self-sufficiency, and all the things that you had to teach yourself to cope with, like shaving, by the way you need a shave right now. I'll make a deal with you, I'll shave you if you can shave me, my pussy. Now where was I? Oh yes, the more that she told me about you, the more that I wanted to meet you, and when my husband began to put unacceptable demands on me I told him to find someone else, someone who would do those things. "He did, and the wheels were put in motion for me to come here." "I'm glad of that, but tell me, is Mary really sick or is this some sort of devious plot to get us together?" "She's really sick, she hasn't told you the half of it, she has cancer and she was a little slow in having it diagnosed, I think she was scared of finding out what she suspected, and when it was confirmed it was pretty advanced. She doesn't have long to live, in fact she may not survive the operation and even if she does she will probably never be well enough to work for you again. One of the reasons that I have stepped in for her is to find out if you and I can get along and work together like you and she did. I believe that we can." "Fuck. Pardon the language. She never mentioned anything to me about this. My problems pale into insignificance compared to hers, what can we do to help her?" "The first thing is for me to ring the hospital to see how she coped with the surgery." She went off to make the call. I heard her come back into the room, I heard the soft sob and knew immediately that something had gone wrong. "What is it?" "She is extremely ill, it will be touch and go if she survives. I have to go to her." "We have to go to her." With the emphasis heavily on the 'we'. Mary wasn't well at all. She lay in her bed in the Intensive Care Ward with wires and tubes all over the place and I could hear the monitors everywhere scrolling and beeping and the sound of the oxygen feed into her nostrils. I had heard all of this before and it brought me no great pleasure. Stephanie kissed her and I heard Mary turn her head toward us and mumbled something. "We're fine Mum, everything is going to be just fine." A sigh came from her seconds before the machines started going ballistic. We were ushered out of the Ward and told to wait in the waiting area. Several cups of disgusting machine coffee later a Doctor came to see us, just by the way that he walked and Stephanie's hand squeezing mine, I knew immediately that the news wasn't good. "I'm so sorry, but your mother passed away five minutes ago. We actually didn't operate on her, the cancer was too widespread, and she would never have survived theatre. It was decided last night that we should let her die with some dignity." "Why didn't you tell us last night?" "We discussed that with her after we had a look at the CT scan. She told us not to call you because she wanted you to pursue your future happiness. We didn't know what that was all about but acceded to her wishes. We were just about to ring you this morning because her condition had deteriorated to the point that we knew it was a matter of only hours before she died. I'm sorry that the news couldn't have been better." "Don't be sorry, she died knowing that she had achieved what she had set out to achieve. She died happy, which was what she wanted." "What was that all about?" I asked as we left the hospital. "Mum asked me how the two of us got on last night, so I told her that we're fine, it was what she wanted to hear." "I'm glad you didn't lie to her." Stephanie's arm circled my waist and she hugged me. "Do you know what I'm glad of?" "No." "I'm glad that you're blind." "You're kidding me, right?" "No. The fact that you are blind means that your other senses have had to take over from your eyes, you 'see' with your other senses so instead of just looking at my tits, you have to feel them, your rely on touch, you rely on taste and smell, and all of that makes the experience of lovemaking with you so much more intense. I want us to experience, really experience, everything that two people can experience together. I don't just mean the sex, I want us to experience life, I want us to travel, I can tell you what my eyes see and you can tell me what your senses see. I would love for us, and I'm being forward here, to have children together, to be a family that isn't limited by you not being able to see with your eyes. Am I wanting too much?" "No." I kissed her. "I was thinking along those lines earlier this morning, before you woke up, and trying to get up the courage to discuss it with you. Now before we get to work arranging your mother's funeral, what do you say we make your mother happy and go home, and you let me see you again?"