As my wife walked upstairs, I walked behind her watching her shapely legs in sheer tan tights as they moved, covered at the top by a knee length skirt... Deborah walked behind me and reached out to rub my legs, as if to confirm what she was seeing and said “I really can’t believe you have tights on, you can hardly notice them.”As we entered the bedroom, Deborah sat on the chair in the corner and said “I just want to watch, imagine I am not here”.I looked at my wife and she was taking off her top. On Wednesday and Thursday, late in the afternoon, Circle members spotted a couple of drones flying over the property, no doubt taking pictures.After consulting with Jason about the legality of the act, Dev appeared on Thursday afternoon with a twelve-gage shotgun. He set up a stable platform right inside the door to the core living room where a drone was less likely to spot him. When the drone made its slow pass over the Circle patio about fifty feet off the deck, Dev shot the thing out of the. My male organs grossly disgusted me. Wearing hard gaffs toflatten my pubic area did no good. No matter how expensive or tightthey were, the presence of my male shame could still be detected.Hence, the news of the possibility of an orchiectomy was a much welcomerelief. But there was another reason why, upon diagnosis, I had decidedto schedule surgery just two weeks after. My boyfriend Achref and I haddated for five years. When I dated him as a man, we didn't considerthat we were in love. But. She bent down and kissed me quickly.“Don’t take too long, and try not to think about me changing into my bikini when I get back to the cabin.”My cock twitched again. Her hand dipped down, stroked it once, kissed me again, then disappeared out the door. It took me a moment to get my cock under control before I could put on my clothes. Taking a page out of Lauren’s book, I picked up a change of clothes and put them in the bottom of my pack, then tossed in some small things I might need for.