Enough blah blah of myself, now let me narrate my story, its true friends! I won’t forget it till my last breath. This story happened way back in 20...1 when I had just matured. Had just finished my class X exams and had summer vacations. I had to attend one of my relative’s wedding in a village. I only looked forward to meeting my cousins, uncles, aunts, etc. I along with boys of my age used to play cricket. After some time, a girl (Keerti) also joined us in cricket. We started playing,. Calmly she drank her tea and watched Frank do the same, very slowly.When he had finally emptied his cup she told him to stand up and followher. She went upstairs to his bedroom, where the bag still was on thebed, half opened. She sat herself down on the chair by his desk andwaited what would happen. Frank had stayed at the open door andintensly studied the floor."Come on," said Lisa, "let me see what is in that bag."Frank finally walked in and sat heavilly down on the bed. He opened thebag. He would have to think about it. It was several hours later before he had come to the conclusion that for much of the time his skin was not exposed to sunshine.Inside the tribe’s cave, he was sheltered. Out in the forest, the canopy provided considerable shade. When visiting a tribe, or any other meetings, his discussions were normally inside huts. His skin did not normally burn from sun exposure, for he had trained for soldiering in warm countries, and was used to it.He was never simply. On a recent such trip, I was really tired from a late flight the night before, and debated whether to try or not. He was running late also, but it had been so long, and I needed it so very much... When he arrived at my motel, I was wearing a black thong and short top. We hugged and kissed briefly, then went over to the bed. I turned down the lights to a soft glow as he undressed. We climbed in and were quickly engaged in prolonged, passionate kissing as we hugged and cuddled. My thong and top.