Half the town seemed to be related by blood. The townspeople were very ethnic and prided themselves on their Eastern European heritage. Parties, danci...g, and lots of drinking are part of that heritage. Jean and I are social drinkers; we enjoy the light buzz alcohol provides us, but each of us rarely drinks to excess.In late September, we received an invitation to attend a costume party. We didn’t know the couple very well who were hosting the party, but one of Jean’s close friends did; her. I move my hand forward touching her stomach. I look around, hundreds of faces but none looking at us. Shes move around slightly to face the side of the carriage, sheltering a little from inquisitive eyes. My hand moves up further, over her rib cage, heading for her breast, then the softness of the underneath of her left breast. so soft, yet springy - so close to the nipple. Up another centimeter and my finger touches the areola, then I discover the extraordinarily erect nipple, I gently slide. I uncovered the hidden compartment and pulled the lever. Sarah took a picture of the compartment and the raised section of turf. I slid the hatch to the side and she took a picture of the inside of the bunker with the machine gun and all the spare belts of shells.I turned to Leroy who was just taking a stick of dynamite from Toby. "Do not blow this until the fireworks start. After you blow it, I'll meet you at the armory."The rest of us, two gees, Toby, Sarah and myself, sneaked further into. As the feelings begin to build you close your eyes and “feel your breasts being held from behind by the man you have been imagining is watching you”. You feel as though he is behind you and rubbing your tits aggressively so you caress your tits with fervent roughness. You feel as if he were reaching down from your side to caress that which he desires. You reach down with your hand and fiddle with your clit while massaging your breasts with the other. The sensations wash over you like waves.