I have trusted you with the raising of my daughter on uncounted occasions. You need not ask me for permission to do something that you wish to do or t...ink is right. I trust you two. Besides, we seem to think alike in many ways. Please consider yourselves co-equals with me in any facet dealing with parenting Rhee. You certainly have been de facto parents for years, now. I know that neither of you would purposefully do anything to harm Rhee. I mean that: any facet. Whatever you two think is. “Oh my God.”“Yes?”I roll my eyes and grin at him. Practically humping him now, I need him inside me; my desire has reached maximum limits.“Please…” I can’t finish my sentence with all this heat between us. Sparks are flying all over and our make-out/humping session is so hot the windows are starting to fog up.“Yes?” he asks while lightly biting my nipple. He wants me to finish my sentence, but I can’t get any words out.“You want this cock inside your throbbing pussy?” I groan a response.“You. Mike had been looking after him ever since they were kids, and sometimes forgot Tim was well and truly grown up now."I'm fine, dude. She's like cuddling an iceberg, but she's not shivering as badly any more. You need to shed some clothes, Mike." Tim could see Mike sweating in the elevated room temperature, his heavy shirt no longer necessary.Mike grunted. Until Tim had mentioned it, he hadn't noticed, being too preoccupied with the woman's distress to notice his own. He ditched his boots and. That it'd be all crying until youget what you want. That won't work on me. Now stop crying, girl."I did my very best to obey."Good girl." He patted my head again. "I believe in positivereinforcement. You deserve a reward: clothes."He helped me up, as my legs barely had the strength to stand, and took meto a closet in the wall. I stepped inside and after a few minutes newclothes were fabricated for me.Well, 'clothes' is a vague term. I had a skimpy skirt, thigh-highs and acrop-top that left my.