. yes, but —”“Goodbye, Gina, hope you both have a good life.”I broke the connection, but Gina kept on ringing me. I didn’t answer, except a ...ouple of times I pressed the decline switch. She pinged texts, she rang me again and again. I was on a motorway but not really heading anywhere, and certainly not heading home, it was no longer ‘home’ for me. I just needed to do something, anything but talk to Gina. Then she bloody well rang me again, this time using someone else’s number. I answered.“H,. I told you I like to start early.” I yelled. I then went back to taking off the kitchen door. It took me a few minutes to get the whole door off the hinges. I then carried it outside. I start to sand the edges down. I then took off some nails on the top.A few minutes later, I put the door back in the kitchen. I moved it a few times. It was good as new. I then walked to the basement door. “Wham! Smash! Wham! Smash” I then took off the basement door. I walked back to the kitchen. I could smell. She was wearing a pair of her favourite tight faded blue jeans and a white body-hugging baby t-shirt. The whiteness of her shirt emphasised the colour of her eyes and her jeans boasted her long willowy legs. She twirled around admiring the way she looked and wondered whether Shane would like her outfit. She immediately stiffened on wondering why she taken so much concern on the way she looked? It was her brother for goodness sakes! It wasn’t even as if she wanted to catch his attention! Shocked. She was caressing my stiff cock with her soft hands from over my pant. I had taken her both the boobs in my hands and was busy in fondling and pressing her protruding boobs arrested in the blouse. That was heaven for both of us and that was what only, we both needed i.e. Mutual satisfaction. The velvety touch of the blouse added to the excitement. After around twenty minutes she asked me to remove my hands, which I did. She adjusted the blouse again and did something inside the blouse. She.