Tonight, however, her kids were nowhere to be seen. She was apparently getting ready to watch a movie and wasn't wearing very much at all. I felt a tw...tch in my jeans as I saw her sensuous walk across the living room to get a snack. She had a cut-off tank top and panties on, which hugged her curves rather nicely. Her breasts were pushing the tank top away from her belly, accenting the lack of cloth covering her body.She walked back to the couch and sat down to watch. From where I was, I. She had been born in a cabin in southern Arkansas, and only attended school for the first 4 years. She had learned to read and write, and do her numbers. The Great Depression had hit, and they had lost their farm, and became migrant workers. They had traveled as far as California, and had followed work all over and made their way back, just in time for the war to start. She had been a little girl, when her 3 brothers went off to fight. All of them survived and pooled their money, and bought. Mine as National Coordinator for Independent Operations, one step below the VPship, paid well too: $200K annual. That kind of income, ours, allowed the two of us to do very well for ourselves. We'd invested in property and certain common stocks that were virtually guaranteed not to dive even in a bear market. We're doing well. Yes, everything's rosy; well, everything was rosy until today, as I indicated.My boss and I had finished earlier than expected and had gotten back into town almost a week. Virat whispered in her ear that he has to meet his boss who has come down to the town and that he would come to the house on Saturday around 10 am which was two days away. He kissed Meena on the lips and left the house.Meena ran to the bedroom and closed the door. She removed her torn choli and inner blouse and saw her breasts. Her shrunken breasts swelled with fresh surge of blood, her nipples were straight and stiffened and she felt she was a resurrected woman. She felt her cunt to ooze with.