It is too late by the time it occurs to me just what I had got myselfinto... I am being viciously hate fucked by one of my peers.A.... former peer.A m...an who could barely tolerate my aggressive, combatant approach to ourprofessional interactions back in the day. Something that I said, but Godonly knows what, had got under his skin and he apparently never forgot.However, this is a far cry from the inner-office dick wagging that madefor the daily water cooler gossip that fueled much of the. I was mad and hurt! and" "Yeah?" I cut her off "Well I...I kinda started talking to a guy. His name is Brad, and we had phone sex." "Oh....." I did not know what to say. A strange feeling came over me. not a feeling of anger or jealousy, although i did slightly feel both and i was hurt but all of those feelings were completely overpowered by this feeling. I felt an adrenaline rush and all of its efforts were focused on my dick. I got hard as a rock in no time. To think that she made another. I should get outdoors more.” The first thought comes to her mind seeing the camping gear.She stops fidgeting with the gear and goes into deep thought. “But when was the last time I even saw Mani?”Soon she finds the answer. Her face turns red in embarrassment as she remembers the first time she saw Mani or Mani saw her or to say precisely they saw each other.“Gosh! Was it the time?…” the words come out of her mouth as she cannot control her embarrassment any long.It was soon after their. I would then do homework and amuse myself till four-thirty p.m. After that, we would leave for home. Our family always had dinner together, before mom and I would clean up prior to heading off to our bedrooms. In summer, dad would sit on the porch smoking and enjoy a beer or two in the evenings. On Friday and Saturday evenings, dad always headed off to the neighbours to the right of us, to spend the evening in their company. The neighbours, Jeff and his son Joe were really big guys. Dad would.