She had no idea why he was coming to see her rather than Jason, but she knew Ambrose fairly well. At six foot five, and although fifty-two, he was an ...mposing figure. He had played rugby until forty-four, only stopping when a knee injury and church duties forced him to. Although he had gone a little to seed, Ambrose was still a solidly built man. At ten sharp, Ambrose rang the doorbell. Suzie had the coffee ready knowing how the Bishop liked to be on time. She let him in and, after a light hug. His legs were smooth and feminine andhis feet and hands were that of a young girl. His chest had two small,A-cupped sized breasts with conical nipples that stuck out nearly asmuch as hers and his penis and scrotum had nearly disappeared. Hiscrotch was merely a flat, wrinkled surface with few distinguishingcharacteristics of any gender topped with a small triangle of softbrown hair."I'm almost there," Josh gushed excitedly, thrilling with the breathysoprano his voice had become.He pushed his. With some diddling around, we finally managed to get the hatch open. We didn't learn much by our initial look inside. The pillbox was filled with all kinds of equipment that my AI was not familiar with. This stuff looked like it was exclusively devoted to the weapon, and nothing was apparent that seemed to be a seat or aiming position for an operator. Therefore, our working assumption was that the weapon was fully automatic, and this one was simply worn out from excessive age. I suppose that. The positions turned out to be harder and we started to go over each other.To describe her she was fair in complexion and her belly area was white as milk. I began to make conversation as this would be the perfect time to pull out truth and concentrate on the game too as it will be win-win situation for me. I asked how old was she. She replied 32. Any kids? Aborted once. I felt sorry for her. Asked whether they tried for kids again? She took her time as she had to shift position. They wanted to.