My underwear. She said we’d be even and she’d leave me alone after tonight.” I’d pretty much spoken all my dialog. I hoped the camera and soun... guys had caught it. I was sure they caught the laughter that erupted because looking around, I could see they were laughing just as much as everyone else even though they knew me from the Olive Garden.The evening passed far more quickly than I imagined it would. I generally had two cocks inside me and at least one in my hand at all times. Most guys. But, it was not me. It was high-pitched, girlish, and very high. I turned and looked in the mirror, and it was a woman. Her man starting to make love to her. Slowly, intently, smoothly. I began to giggle at the sight. Her pert breasts jiggling with each thrust of his love muscle. It was like watching a movie. A movie that I was staring in. I felt each movement and yet watched it intently in the mirror.I watched as his left hand ran from my hip along my side and began to caress the girl’s. Madge talked long enough to keep her busy, talking fashion andasking for a recipe she wanted to cook that she didn't have. And thenten minutes later Timmy returned to the living room. Madge had to goand wanted to say goodbye to her favorite nephew so Ruth handed him thephone once again."Did you get the measurements darling?" Madge cooed."Y...yes," Timmy gasped as he finished buttoning his shirt leaving thetop button open."Give me the numbers dear," Madge asked as she prepared to jot. Dawson,” he said, waving his hands over his head like a swooning teenage girl.He was amusing sometimes.“You ask girls here, and I’m the All-American good boy who sometimes misbehaves. I like to keep a balance. You know, the whole yin-yang thing that complements itself.”“I see. You’re a much deeper philosopher than I first thought. Do girls really like a deep thinker?” he teased.I bit back some witty comments about what girls liked deep.“I think they just like that I’m up for almost anything..