Laying down with her just feels so damn good. Not even having spirit sex, just the sensation of her ethereal body impressing upon my own whenever I get into bed. I feel her telling me, "Laying on top of you is the most comfortable place in the world." And she proceeds to send a continuous stream of loving thoughts my way, all while I enjoy the delicious pressure sensations of her core against mine, the tender way in which she holds my face in her hands, and occasionally plants deep penetrating kisses on my forehead. It never ceases to amaze me how she can be so intimate and genuinely desirous of me after all these years together. She's such a good girl.