WE would curl up on the couch to watch a movie, and there was no feeling, there was no connection, even with the close quarters that we were in, and g...ing to sleep next to each other at night wasn’t any better. We would sleep with our backs to each other, and barely touch whenever we did lay close to each other. Stacy and I just weren’t a good match for each other, and I kind of knew it, and was afraid to do anything about it, all because of the inevitable questions of who is the next. He put his fingers inside me, two, then three and pumped in and out a few times. Inside me, yes, it's what I wanted, what I needed more than anything in the world right then. I grew delirious on the pleasure. I gasped when he withdrew. He balled his fingers into a fist and began twisting and rotating his knuckles against me pressing then pressing harder as if he were trying to punch it into me. I was so wet it felt as if I had been oiled. His fist felt amazing, far too big to go in even as I. Miss Katie was the only one of her children who had not produced offspring so far. Joe, who was stationed in England, had two kids. Miss Daisy hadn't seen them yet, but she kept a large photo album of all her grandchildren.Kate and I were on the road early after extended good-byes. It seemed so good to be together again after three weeks apart. Kate told me all about going on the road with Miss Katie. She said Miss Katie was changing booking agents, because the one she had wasn't getting her. He went in for another grab, this time more forcefully, and with both hands. He started to feel himself tenting against his slacks as he examined her body further, sliding his fingers over a flat stomach and reaching down inside her mesh panties.He stopped dead when his fingertips slid over an emulated mound and found a subtle rise and divide. He gasped, realizing he was touching a life-like vagina."Whoa, this ain’t a mannequin--it`s a sex doll," he said, dumbfounded. He looked around at the.