She asked them to wash up and then come for lunch, which they obeyed, famished as they were. It was a few minutes after lunch that Brandon had realise... he hadn’t seen Isabel the whole day. Ben had urged him to go to her room and check, and Emily had backed him up. He’d left the front of the TV and quietly made his way towards her room, wondering if she was still annoyed about the other day. He hadn’t dated anyone else after Isabel came. He still chased girls and flirted with them but never went. "After the drinks Alfred set up everything to take Wilbur back to a youthful 50. No problem whatsoever. Once the procedure was completed and after he overcame his repeated embarrassment, Wilbur looked exactly what a prematurely aged 50-year old could be expected to look like. His hair was thick, pure silver, his eyebrows bushy, eyes sparkling, body reasonably fit looking as he walked jauntily into the cave, re-emerging wearing one of the ridiculous Bermudas Alfred considered to be the apex of. "I also love what I feel between your legs". At this point, I guess she had had enough lead up and was ready. She again grabbed me by the hand and led me into the designated room. They already had a few cameras set up in that room to film the action. Once in the room she asked, "What do you want me to do?" I told her, "do a sexy strip for me". She starting awkwardly dancing (Think Jamie Lee Curtis in True Lies). She eventually got down to her panties. I told her to take those off as well. When. I told her about how I would cut the grass and trim the bushes. When I had said bushes, my eyes glanced down to between her legs. Holy shit I could see tons of red hair sticking out on each side of that little patch of fabric covering her pussy. Do you shovel snow in the winter time as well? DeRonda asked me as she parted her legs a little bit. I was going to tell her no but then I saw a glimpse of pussy lip peeking out as she moved her legs. Yes I do snow removal as well, I replied but not to.