Her makeup, not that she wore a lot, was gone, and her hair was still damp, but combed. It was her eyes that got me. They looked so red, so tired, so ..... sad. This was a piss poor way to celebrate the beginning of a new year. I wrapped her in my arms once more and let her rest her head on my shoulder."Tired?" I asked.She nodded. "Can I sleep with you? I don't mean ... you know. I just don't want to be alone." I know. Come on, let's get to bed. Maybe it'll look better in the morning."She looked. The draft lottery didn't start until 1969, but 1965 was the year that LBJ really escalated things, and I was drafted two months out of high school. I was firmly convinced by that time that life was no bed of roses anyway, so I reported, and was in Vietnam before the year was out.I was no great soldier, but I lived through it, almost unscathed, at least physically. It has been said before, and more eloquently than I could, but war changes you. It woke me up from the self-induced walking coma I. But, I can't. I don't want to interfere. This is your time. But, I can't stop watching either. It is like a film maker from the Discovery channel. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity to watch a wild creature in her natural habitat. As I watch in awe, you slip your hand inside your sexy, little panties. You continue the circular motion as you gently rub your clit. You put your head back and bite your lower lip. Another moan. "Umm." You raise your hips to push your panties down your thighs,. Several times as I had passed her with the mower she was down on her knees pulling weeds. Her loose top hung freely giving me a real good peak at her chest. She wasn't wearing a bra and her 36C tits hung nicely. After a couple passes and some really good looks down her shirt I was starting to get horny and had quite a bulge in my shorts. I finished the grass and told Mrs. Brown I was finished and she could pay me later if she wanted to since she was busy with the flowers. She raised up on her.