Just to make her feel better I quickly stripped. After all "what's good for the goose..." Susan stop crying, look at me." (Gasp), Jaz... you're naked!..."At first I was so glad she had stopped crying that I did not mind her staring. Soon though I became self conscious. After all she had gotten a much longer look at me than I got at her. She was just laying there wrapped in her bath robe staring at me. Well, at my cock. I could not help it. I started getting hard again. It was not fair. Let's. My cock was raging and I could feel that it was sticky. I must have some a lot of pre-cum building up inside of it in the past few minutes and there was no other way for it to escape but through the little pee hole.She asked me to touch it and feel how soft it was. Being a man, in this store, I hesitated because I didn’t want to seem to be the dirty man that I was in front of all of these beautiful women. I felt it by her request and time froze again. A few more pumps were felt on my small but. “And I need some help on weight day because last time I overdid it and hurt my back, so wondering we can work out together on certain days.” We talk a few about what days we work out and come up with a schedule. “Thanks, my name is Ashley, call me Ash and start wearing something other than those sweatshirts, we need to get you out more,” she says with a smirk on her face. I laugh and walk out. First few workouts went smooth, I wore a regular t-shirt, and started to see that the work is doing. Once they were lubed enough it was time for a second finger. Now I finger fucked them, slowly at first, then faster and faster. Becky was able to maintain her silence (mostly), but Rachel’s moaning drew a few looks from others in the theater. I whispered to her, “Eat some popcorn, and I’d like some, too.” When she looked at me I kissed her hard. Of course, she kissed me back—just as hard. Once I had some popcorn I moved right to their clits. Some gentle circular rubbing was all that was.