"Charlie, what are you doing" and she snatched her hand away from me."I'm going home. You can either come with me or stay here with your lovers and fr...nkly I don't give a shit which one you choose."Loretta looked around the room; her gaze fell on Clara and she said in a weak voice "I'm sorry" and then she hurried after me.It was a very quiet ride home. Loretta stared out the passenger window and said nothing and I stared out the windshield at the road in front of me and was quiet. When we got. She came and sat next to me. I could make out that she was a bit tipsy. I asked her furiously as to why she came so late. She giggled and replied that after dinner, she and the guy started making out in his car.Soon it got pretty intense, and they started fucking in the backseat. I did not like the way my sister was describing her sex life with another person, and she sensed it.Zyra – Don’t worry. He wasn’t that great, and he dished out his cum withing few minutes.Zyra started rubbing my dick. " I looked atthe bowl, but didn't recognize the cereal. "... whatever that is you ate,there is no reason to berate you."She arched a brow, looking from me to the bowl and back. "It's FrostedFlakes."I looked at the bowl again. True, there were sugar-coated, flake-shapedbits in the milk, but they were chocolate rather than bran. They alsoshared the container with what seemed to be tiny cocoa marshmallows."That is so not Frosted Flakes," I said, shaking my head. "Frosted Flakesare not. I suddenly felt as if it was Christmas,except for one small thing. I suppose a large part of the attractionof putting my husband in skirts was changing the power distributionbetween us.Don't get me wrong, Jeremy always listened to me when it came to makingdecisions but I was in no doubt that it was him that made the finalchoice. When and where we would holiday, how we would spend Christmas,and so on. He was brought up in a family where the men were the strongones. His father was used to.