Then I slowly started kissing down on her neck. When I kissed her neck, she let out a soft moan. She just tilted towards me as if she was melting into...me.While kissing her neck, I slowly moved my hands over her body. I moved it over her breasts. They were tender and firm at the same time. I massaged her breasts over her dress slowly making my way towards her nipple. I felt her breathing getting heavier. I reached her the center of her breast and slowly pinched them.“mmmm……..” she sighed.Her. I had been slipping in and out of consciousness all afternoon. I wasn't exactly sure what was going on but it happened now and then. When the best man gave the toast at the reception, I knew he was my kind of guy. He was confident and serious, while still being charming. He managed to avoid me and I couldn't seem to stay awake. When ever I did manage to stay long enough to get a look his wife was monopolized his time.Even photographers have to use the bathroom. I had washed up, picked up my. I endevoured to make conversation with Carla about her work, and she said something like, ‘I want to do ‘experiential’ work, but I haven’t been able to come to terms with it yet.’ Showing my ignorance I asked, ‘What is experiential work?’ ‘It’s a new school of painting that says all works of art arise out of the artists life experience, and all that does not come from the artists experience is garbage. It’s called ‘The Experiential School’.’ I had always thought that all art was the outcome of. She came down half an hour later with her curly hair still wet and looking amazingly beautiful in a short flowing summer dress and put her holdall by the front door ready to leave and came into the kitchen where I had poured her a fresh drink, “Wow” I said looking her up and down and very nearly broke my golden rule and asked her to stay on a bit longer but business is business so we sat and drank our coffee continuing our conversation.Cindy promised me to give a good review telling me her stay.