He looked down and marveled at the sight of his almost shaved cock. It looked not only different but savage. It filled him with a rare confidence that...he didn’t want to forget. So novel was the sensation that he fed hungrily on it. Only inches from her face, his hard cock swung in front of her. Hanging from its sinewy tendons, she looked up and met his eyes. He wanted to beg her to take it and watch it slide into that soft hot mouth. He refrained from saying as much but Lina could see it. Then came the nights out with co-workers, at bars no less. She said it was much needed as work had become quite stressful.She doesn’t even drink.When we made love it was like her mind was elsewhere. She barely touched me and there was hardly any animation on her end. It was like making love to a dead fish. As soon as I’d finish, she’d roll over to her side of the bed and go to sleep.So exactly a week later I decided to call out of work to confirm my suspicion. I actually didn’t have any. I thought the music would be really old fashioned, waltzes and quicksteps, but most of it dated to the 60s and 70s with a few from the 50s. It was good foot tapping stuff, and almost immediately the floor filled up. I was enjoying the music and starting to work out who was with whom, when I was tapped on the shoulder and a soft voice asked if I was dancing. I looked around and saw a slim lady. I smiled and stupidly said, “Who’s asking?” She sat down and introduced herself. She was Marilyn, a. Now from experience she would place her worn panties into a sidepocket in her case and I wasn't disappointed when I searchedher case the next day she was out.I went into her room and immediately went straight to the casewhich was laying on the floor half open. True to form the pantiesshe had been wearing the previous day were in the case pocketfolded in half. I lifted them out and opened them as I felt mycock twitch in anticipation of that sweet smell. They werea faded pink colour with a darker.