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OK, what is the story? That is a question I got from some of the fans. Let's go:

Jannine was a sister of my best friend Tim. She was much younger than us, so we did not play very often with such a small girl, but still she was a kind of part of the gang. We protected her from bullies and sometimes we took her with us for a bike trip or in a swiming pool. I remember her as a little chubby girl with funny glasses riding her bicycle and constantly asking us, big boys, to take her with us to go for our teenage adventures.
Then, our family moved. Father got a good job far away from the place where we had lived for so many years. My grandparents kept the house and lived there, but I never came back as I was studying in the city, found new friends and had a completely new life. From time to time, I got news. Tim sent text messages or e-mails. I learned about his girl friends and also about Jannine. She has problems with her eyes. Her glasses were going stonger and she could not ride her bike any more. As the time went on there were less and less news until our communication stopped. One of the last message said Tim was going to the army and Jannine studied a school for visually impaired teenagers.
One day several thigns happened at the same time. Did you notice that life goes in steps? For a long time nothing happens, you go to work, live a boring life, meet the same people, and suddenly things start happening. That was the day my boss asked me to become a manager of a branch in the town of my childhood. The very afternoon Mom called me and said that both my grandparents died. She could not go to the funeral as she had been too ill for some time. My father had already passed away years before.
I packed my things loaded them in a van I hired and set off to a long ride to the place of my childhood. But... But just before I packed my laptop, I checked e-mails. One of them read:

"Dear Sidney, I learned you are going to the funeral of your Granny and Granddad. I hope you remember me, because I have never forgotten you. You were my best friend and my protector when I was a little girl. If you do not mind meeting me, I will be waiting in the porch of our house on friday afternoon.
Kisses
Jannine"

I was happy, she remembered me. I typed an answer, closed the laptop and drove off.
I arrived to the town before noon. As soon as I finished the necessary paperwork for the funeral I walked to the house when Jannine lived.
She was standing on the porch. I was surprised when I saw her. She was a big girl now. She was still chubby. I could see she inhereted a pearshape figure after her mother. When I came closer, I realized she was blind. I noticed her wide hips and thick thighs. Her breasts were small compared to her lower parts. She was hiding them in a tight tank top. She had a long white cane in her right hand. Her left hand followed the railing. I found her look very sexy. I knew she could not see me, but she could hear me coming.
I made two quick steps and give her a hug. Her body was soft and arousing. I gave her a small kiss. She responded. I kissed her more. Her was feeling my back and shoulders. I frenchkissed her. She dropped her white cane and plunged into the most passionate french kissing I had ever experienced. The moment I knew I found the love of my life.

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OK, what is the story? That is a question I got from some of the fans. Let's go:

Jannine was a sister of my best friend Tim. She was much younger than us, so we did not play very often with such a small girl, but still she was a kind of part of the gang. We protected her from bullies and sometimes we took her with us for a bike trip or in a swiming pool. I remember her as a little chubby girl with funny glasses riding her bicycle and constantly asking us, big boys, to take her with us to go for our teenage adventures.
Then, our family moved. Father got a good job far away from the place where we had lived for so many years. My grandparents kept the house and lived there, but I never came back as I was studying in the city, found new friends and had a completely new life. From time to time, I got news. Tim sent text messages or e-mails. I learned about his girl friends and also about Jannine. She has problems with her eyes. Her glasses were going stonger and she could not ride her bike any more. As the time went on there were less and less news until our communication stopped. One of the last message said Tim was going to the army and Jannine studied a school for visually impaired teenagers.
One day several thigns happened at the same time. Did you notice that life goes in steps? For a long time nothing happens, you go to work, live a boring life, meet the same people, and suddenly things start happening. That was the day my boss asked me to become a manager of a branch in the town of my childhood. The very afternoon Mom called me and said that both my grandparents died. She could not go to the funeral as she had been too ill for some time. My father had already passed away years before.
I packed my things loaded them in a van I hired and set off to a long ride to the place of my childhood. But... But just before I packed my laptop, I checked e-mails. One of them read:

"Dear Sidney, I learned you are going to the funeral of your Granny and Granddad. I hope you remember me, because I have never forgotten you. You were my best friend and my protector when I was a little girl. If you do not mind meeting me, I will be waiting in the porch of our house on friday afternoon.
Kisses
Jannine"

I was happy, she remembered me. I typed an answer, closed the laptop and drove off.
I arrived to the town before noon. As soon as I finished the necessary paperwork for the funeral I walked to the house when Jannine lived.
She was standing on the porch. I was surprised when I saw her. She was a big girl now. She was still chubby. I could see she inhereted a pearshape figure after her mother. When I came closer, I realized she was blind. I noticed her wide hips and thick thighs. Her breasts were small compared to her lower parts. She was hiding them in a tight tank top. She had a long white cane in her right hand. Her left hand followed the railing. I found her look very sexy. I knew she could not see me, but she could hear me coming.
I made two quick steps and give her a hug. Her body was soft and arousing. I gave her a small kiss. She responded. I kissed her more. Her was feeling my back and shoulders. I frenchkissed her. She dropped her white cane and plunged into the most passionate french kissing I had ever experienced. The moment I knew I found the love of my life.