Stan begins to wiggle in protest but I grab his hair and remind him that I am in charge. When he realizes that this is the case he submits and I resum... my flow. The hot flow empties out of me and all in his face. I tell him to open up for the last little bit and fill his mouth with the remainder of my pee. He swallows without me having to tell him. His is getting the picture now. I tell Stan to get up to his knees. I know how much you want to fuck my sweet pussy but you have not earned it yet.. " Thelma said, as she settled herself on the sofa on the lounge. "I would have preferred it if they were here." But I think it was, Thelma. There's a lot of things we've got to get sorted in the next couple of days. I don't want the girls getting upset unnecessarily." What things?" Thelma asked as Sara came into the room carrying a tray with tea and coffee on. "Oh, Sara, you're still here; you needn't of stayed. I'm sure I can look after myself and the children. I can stand on my ankle now that. "Is this the right thing to do?" She knew the answer, she knew that she shouldn't be here but she closed her eyes and pressed the button. She heard a click, "Hello?" She said weakly expecting to hear his voice, but instead the door simply buzzed, allowing her to enter.She took the elevator to the sixth floor and nervously walked to his door. It opened as she raised her fist to knock and there he was. She drank him in, memories flooding back and for a moment she feared that she might burst into. Helen was quite headstrong and in control; she got what she wanted, when she wanted it. While I knew that this was the case in school, it was interesting to watch at home.In school, Helen's routine was one of manipulation and teasing; at home she was much more direct. When she wanted something, she demanded it, either from her mother or her sister. If she felt that she was not getting what she wanted, or not getting it fast enough, she would scream at her mother, and her mother would submit..