Gina didn't answer in words but she made a sound that seemed like a "yes." Do you like my fingers in your pussy?" Lucy continued.I couldn't help mysel...; I twisted my neck and looked behind my back. Lucy's hand was resting on Gina's ass, her fingers obviously busy between her thighs. Gina was slowly rocking her ass up at Lucy's hand; she was definitely enjoying the treatment. I reached behind and slid my fingers between Lucy's thighs in a similar way. I was greeted with slippery heat as I pushed. Now, staring into his hazel eyes with her own questioning deep blue eyes, she smiled and then spilled out, "What the eff are you doing here?" He retorted, "I'm checking you out. I just had to follow you because I couldn't get enough of your beauty earlier." Cracking another smile he confessed the truth. It turns out that his friend was getting married in one of the banquet rooms in this very same hotel. He was being bombarded by single women to dance and that just wasn't his thing. He needed. "Hi, I can help you now."I snapped out my trance oogling at the tasty picture of the burger and I walk up to the cashier."Oh yes," I thought to myself, "My next victim!"Standing before me behind the cash register was one of the most beautiful girls I have ever seen. She was one of those girls that just seemed to stand out from the rest. Her sandy blonde hair tied up in a pony tail, nice full luscious lips, well rounded cheeks, green eyes and a cute pair of glasses. I can only imagine how. “Yes, that’s me. Armin. You can call me that, if you wish, of course,” I assured Pippa, which brought out a giggle from her.“Um ... well, actually ... may I call you, ‘sir’ or ‘Mr. Stern,’ pretty please? I rather like the formality of it, at least for now. What is it that you wish from me, sir?” Pippa surprised me, making me feel that perhaps I misjudged my prospects with her, though I persisted, needing to know for sure.“So, Ms ... I don’t actually know your surname, do I? I hoped for a lunch.