How shall I start this story? Well, I guess I will give you a little background on me, my deceased husband, and my son, Greg. As you can probably guess by the previous sentence, I am a widow. I am 35 years young and I have a curvaceous figure that men still look at twice, but I am not in a hurry to find another husband. I date occasionally, but nothing serious, and I haven’t had sex with a man since my husband died last summer. Greg’s dad was a fine, handsome man.
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