She giggles a little bit and asks me what I'm doing here. "I'm spending the summer here, I didn't mean to take your bed," I said with a yawn. "That's ...ine," she said biting her upper lip, "just give me some room when I get out of the shower.I hear her turn on the shower and I can imagine seeing the dust and dirt fall from her face while her cute subtle freckles around her nose stay in place. The water running down her back and cascading off her ass or running down the front of her from her. She felt silly driving to the stranger's house in the school uniform, although it was nice to be wearing a full bra for a change, and she felt even more guilty when she arrived five minutes late and then had difficulty parking, finally having to walk in her uniform a couple of blocks before running up his drive and hammering on his door breathlessly.The man's greeting was inevitable. "You are late, young lady." He was wearing just a dressing gown, obviously eager to get on with the sex, but. She liked it so much. After few minutes of the smooch, she kissed me all over my chest and ribs.I grabbed her boobs, so soft as a silk pillow, as I sucked one and play with the other she gave out a moan ” aah yes suck my boobs baby, yes play with them”. While I sucked her boob she started to give me a hand job.After a few minutes, I sat down on the floor in between her legs and look up in her eye and asked, “shall we take these off”. She gave me a naughty but cute nod and lifted her ass and one. Smog obscures the image. The camera moves and images of the destruction in Afghanistan and Iraq flicker past. Cities, towns—entire peoples—are destroyed by war and conflict. Now we see images of the coastline; as images flicker past, buildings that were once on dry land are battered by waves. A low roar begins in the background. Scenes progress: the environmental riots, the drone wars, and the wetware compromises. The roar grows louder; as images catch up with the present day, the roar drowns.