It had been a wonderful marriage. Ben and Josey were beautiful together. He was tall, blonde with dark brown eyes, a romanesque nose and pearly teeth.

Josey was tall but stood only to Bens shoulders, her dark auburn hair cascaded down to her buttocks, her green eyes like the Carribean seas. Josey could feel his hands as they massaged her neck and shoulders.

He always started there. Then he moved to the contours of her back. His kisses follow closely beind with nips and suckles. He seems to linger at her upper buttocks and then he begins to explore its cleavage.

The scent of her wetness lures him deeper and his tongue darts in and out while his fingers explore her thighs and their nether regions.

She twists to meet him as he plunges his tongue into her softness, sucking her personal place. Soon his fingers are pistoning into her and finally the dam breaks and threatens to wash her away. But as she comes down off her high.

She realizes that she has yet again only dreamed of her lovers touch. He has been dead for two years. Could there ever be another who could take her to the wonderfully grandeur places that they had shared? It was a question without an answer. Josey reaches into her drawer and finding her plastic mate closes her eyes. She can flip the switch and dream yet again of her lovers incredible hands.