Then I slowly planted a kiss on her lips in the conversation. She didn’t say anything.After some time she planted a kiss on my lips. Then we slowly ...tarted kissing. Our tongues started rolling inside each other. The kissing got passionate. I started pulling her, lifting her thigh and pulling it onto me. I was pushing her into me grabbing her ass.After 10 minutes of passionate kissing, I started to put my hand inside her long top from down. I was sliding my hand through her thighs to her waist.. In practice,the only difference in Amy was the uniform, the curtsy, and the use ofverbal formalities. Otherwise, Amy the housewife was just as much alove slave as Amy the maid.Fortunately (from Trish's perspective), Amy wasn't insistent that Trishparticipate in sadomasochism or bondage and discipline, at least notuntil very recently. To be more precise, Amy knew that certain thingsmade Trish uncomfortable, so she didn't push. Had Trish been into S&Mor B&D, Amy would've loved being a total pain. The opening of the service completed, a reader was reading the ancient myth of Adam and Eve, those two of whom it is alleged they brought sin into our world. What sin? What was the deed done or not done by those two and their tempter the snake? Disobedience? Sex? Murder? Consciousness of being naked? What was that fruit and tree? I had long thought of this story as pure nonsense, but tonight it struck home anew, as if I had never heard it before and it was coming to me afresh. What was that. With my righthand, I stroked my greased-up, overworked rammer. Oh, no! What washappening to me? I felt that cum train again and I couldn't get off thetracks. Oh, Mamma, I was coming. My ass felt as if it were cumming alongwith my cock. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhh! Cum sprayed everywhere. I didn'tcare. Carol was a heavy sleeper. At that point, I didn't care if she walkedin with my grandmother. I was a "cum machine".I put my sweats and socks back on with my eyes closed. If I saw myself, Icouldn't.