For Marlena, having one man in the sack is like attending a cocktail party with only one cock. For her, twosomes is more like it, even if it means having to rustle up a last-minute schlemiel and bringing him into the equation. And that she did, possibly to her regret. Because, instead of paying attention to her like you would expect any healthy male would have done in a threeway, the schlemiel's closet apparently contained way more than shoes. It was obvious from the get-go that his tongue had been with another man's balls. Perhaps on more than one occasion from what Marlena could judge. Plus, his choice of calf-revealing toreador pants might have been another tip off, but Marlena was sure about the balls part. Some guys have the technique, and this was one of those guys.