Classy, but fun, discreet and comfortable, people who were lonely, or wanted to get or give something specific could congregate there and perhaps find...what they sought.On the death of his lover, Bob had built their dream, and named it for her clitoris. It was just an added bonus that the front door was in “Back Passage”. He was sometimes to be found in a reading corner, drawing somewhat childlike pictures of his lost love, and wading through joyful dreams that eluded his reality now. He would. I can se that." She put her coffee cup on the counter, moved close to me, and in one quick action, pulled my pajama pants down. My throbbing penis sprang up and out at her, and her eyes widened. "Oh dear," she said softly, "Why didn't you take care of this?" I told her it was no big deal, and that it would go away. She looked at it and said, "Maybe you need something to help with that...why don't we go upstairs and you can use my underwear to fix that problem...you know where to find it,. Then back to sucking. Everyone else was watching and stroking. It seemed like it would never end, i was lost in sucking his cock and seemed to get bigger and bigger. At least 9 inches long and so thick it filled my mouth and banged my throat as he pushed harder and harder. Then he grabbed my head and started fucking my mouth and then leaned down and ramed it all the way in and held me there while he exploded down my throat and so much cum it filled my mouth. i could barely swallow it all before. As I mentioned already, I had not heard of this before, and despite my state of near-orgasmic arousal, it did not appeal to me. While it was true my wife had swallowed countless mouthfuls of my semen, and if I had to guess how many loads she had consumed in her lifetime, I couldn't even guess, the idea of swallowing semen, even my own, sounded like the last thing I would ever want to do."Would you like to try it?" she asked while still holding me in her soft hand and licking me ever so gently,.