Amiga, a widow of barely a year, finds herself drawn to the edge of her bed, her body aching for the touch she's been deprived of since her husband's passing. She tentatively touches her breasts, gasping at the sensation, before moving lower, her fingers finding her clit, already swollen with need. She closes her eyes, imagining her husband's touch, his hands, his mouth, his cock. She slips a finger inside herself, then another, fucking herself slowly, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She adds a third finger, stretching herself, preparing for a phantom cock that will never come. She cries out, her orgasm ripping through her, leaving her shaken and alone, her body still hungry for more.