Particularly in contrast to the professional approach which was now in play. With its clearly-stated Goal. And precisely-delineated Strategies and Tac...ics.Sort of like a savvy marketing plan.Every bureaucracy, every culture, tends to assign a name to a project. To a key operation. Our campaign was no different. The name — PUSHBACK — reflected our intent. Wreak havoc with the anti-government demonstrations. Fuck-up White Patriots Day. A worthy Goal, one devoutly to be wished, as someone said.The. The more we played with that fantasy and those ideas, the more it began to play out in my mind when we weren’t in bed. I found myself thinking about it while I ran on the treadmill at the gym, or when I was at my desk at work, letting my mind wander to where it wanted. He started to tease me with it often. I’d be rushing to my desk after lunch to grab my ringing phone and it would be him on the other end of the line. “You sound out of breath Stacey. Hmm… I wonder why that is… did you just fuck. Cara giggled and teased me,' No one has ever done my arse, perhaps its because I am a boy, or am I a girl?', she laughed and pretended to get away from me. I with held her and said,' I want you to be my girlfriend'. 'Are you sure about that?' she asked wriggling. 'Oh, yes', I said,' And I want you to be my boyfriend too, really!'. 'Stick your sexy cock in me and tell me how much you like me, you sexy fucker!', she giggled. I worked my cock into her and it was delightful, I managed to get on. Mike, Jenny, and their parents – who seemed to have an aversion to air travel – once again elected to travel from Florida to New Jersey by car. They opted to stay with the Andrades.Today, there were two other very notable arrivals. I cut out of work at noon – I'd be off until we returned from the honeymoon, using up my entire allotment of vacation time for the rest of the year. Inez and I, along with Javier and Lupe, headed down to my parents' place. There, just in from Indiana, were my Aunt.