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I dated briefly a young blind man. After a couple of hours together on our first date, he asked if he could "see me". At first, I didn't realize what he meant, and said yes. Well, he took his hands and touched my face and neck. I thought this was all, but he kept going. His hands went gently over my shoulders, across, around my breast, down my sides, and all the way down my legs. I had never felt such a surging pleasure as his hands went lightly over my body. That was as far as it went. He thanked me, and we held hands and talked. Nothing more ever came of it except my memory. -Glenna, 26