But who was I to talk. Diane had been gone six months and I hadn't even thought about going out on a date. I was still grieving for her, but each day ...hat passed made it easier to deal with her loss. I don't think I'd ever forget her, but I knew now that it would get easier to think about someone else. But like Christie, I hadn't even made an attempt.She must have taken my suggestion to heart because the middle of the next week she let me know she was going out to dinner with some of her former. I was already bowed down. So until they reached either side of me, I didn’t see them. When they reached, one of them forwarded his palm towards me.He grabbed my left boobs and started to squeeze it, not lightly but neither forcefully. The other guy did the same with my right boobs. The last guy sat in front of me and was looking below my face, seemed like towards my pussy. He was trying to adjust his hard-on in between.The guy fucking my pussy pulled the list from my hand and gave it to the guy. I knew then that this girl meant business."You've got lovely smooth hands" She murmured.I pinched her nipples gently, drawing a slight moan from her. She now had me very excited and I was ready for a good fuck if it was being offered. The other girls had moved closer, intent on watching the action, and assisting wherever they could. I was overwhelmed by groping hands as some of the other girls decided to feel what part of me was easily available.One girl started nuzzling me round my neck,. Her eyes were hazy, and I don’t think she even noticed me picking up my bathrobe before we headed into the wooden steam bath, kissing and touching all the way.It was perfect. The steps were wide enough for naughty games, and the moist heat instantly enveloped us. I guided her up to the topmost step and had her sit down, legs slightly splayed. I traced my fingernails up the insides of her thighs and she trembled. I cupped her ripe, delicious mound and softly rubbed in circles, feeling the heat.