Yeah, it was. Why do you ask?" I winced at my last remark. How stupid can I be?Constance sat down behind her desk. "Hey! Hey, take it easy. I just ask...d. Jesus."Suddenly chilled, I looked up at her sheepishly. "Sorry, I'm a little nervous. Are you cold?"She stood up and closed the door to our office. I grabbed my coat and pulled it around me. Constance walked around her desk and leaned against the front of it, watching me. "I'm not cold and you aren't either." What do you mean? It's freezing in. I pan the telescope around and focus the lens and watch. At first, there is no visible movement but then at the door appears the girl’s mother. She is of medium build and fair and is wearing a thick bathrobe and is obviously telling her daughter to get up before leaving.In a matter of minutes, there is more movement; it is the daughter. She is in her late teens and attends the local college. She is medium height, long blonde hair and slim build.She moves about the room in her boyish pink. Once again, Jen wasn’t in my dreams, and it was a bit distressing. What did that mean?I pondered it as I considered what to wear for Wacky Wednesday. I had laid out a tie-dyed shirt that had sort of a rainbow spiral right on the front. I’d worn it for 60s Day last year, so I figured it was wacky enough for today.I showered and put on my lightest acid-washed jeans with the tie-dyed shirt over it.Mikey climbed into the Mustang in a white, button up shirt, a pocket protector, and glasses with. Lastly was out big boy - ten inch weapon, well curved. Hannah's eyes popped out of her head.I had arranged with Hannah that this meet would be one after the other. No two men touching her. Just one cock concentrating on her.Hannah stripped off... her lovely Welsh accent enticing us as she described her charms. Full teenage boobs. Her long legs. Her hair.Finally she showed her tight teen pussy - already oozing with wetness. She would need a lot of natural wetness to cope with four cocks.Hannah.