I quickly donned my work trousers, changed my shirt back into what I was wearing during the day, put on the right socks and put the shoes on. I could ...eel the sweat break on my forehead. Okay, where to put my other clothes? Oh, that’s right, the car. I’ll just toss them in the car, and then I could close the car door and she could hear that I was home – The car! My pulse quickened as I realized that the bedroom window looked straight down onto the driveway where she could see my car. All she. The only ventilation came from some screened areas on the oversized rabbit head, the same ones used for seeing. I put my clothes to one side and exited the small building, bending over so I wouldn't rip the ears off my costume head."Oh, Mr. Easter Bunny, are you ready? Here is your basket of goodies. Make sure you circulate. I'll ask one of the helpers to lead you around. You probably can't see very well from inside there, now can you?"I grunted a "No." Marci, oh Marci." One of the young ladies. I mean on a scale of 1-10, the lowest was a seven, and one was an easy ten, I will get to her later. They all came from the Home Counties and congregated in three or four groups, I focused on the ones at our table, but did meet a few others. I will not describe them all, only the three that caught my imagination. The first was one of the early birds, less than elbow high on me and I would guess less than five foot tall and weighing less than 50 KG dripping wet. She is 54 years old, mother of. I started feeling her buttocks squeezing. ‘You bad girl, your cute little bottom isn’t relaxed!’ ‘No please… please let me…’ I slide my hands down her body, sliding them along underneath her. I sat up enough to get my hands under her hips. I allowed my fingers to dip briefly under the front of her panties, barely touching her pubic hair. I then brought my hands around and starting rubbing her bottom. ‘Nggghhh…’ she muttered as her buttocks stopped clenching. ‘Please!’ ‘Shhhh… Relax…’ I.