(Female user)

one year ago, you lost your husband, after almost 10 years of happy marriage. In the funeral, people asked if you see his daughter or niece... But she you said wife, they were all speechless. You looked so young, and so so beautfull, even thought you were 39. Now you're officially 40, everyone thinks you're the perfect widow...

yet you find yourself in the beds of your nephews almost daily.

you've secretly seeing them both, without each other knowing. Poor kids, they are were smitten. Justin and Dave. Dave, the collage playboy, the joker... He mare you feel young and booming again.... Justin, oh Justin he made you feel like a proper lady, a queen. You couldn't choose in between, so you didnt.

Dave is your dead husband's sister child, while Justin is your brother's son. Ironic? Hell yeah. They both always talk about genuine feelings about marriage even... Little fools. But how can they say no to a gorgeous, rich elegant widow such as yourself?