I could help to think how good it felt to have his strong arms around me. I felt my pussy start to get wet as he held me there for what seemed to be a... eternity. I felt like we were the only two in the gym. The more I felt his chest under my hand the wetter I got. I shook my head and came to my senses. “Oh I’m so sorry. Thank you very much for the help,” I said as I pulled away from him. He looked down into my eyes. I swear he could read me like a book at this time. “Hi, my name is Alex. I just. Her fingers went straight to her panties, rubbing the smooth fabric with a slow back and forth motion. I saw her arch her back slightly, biting her lip and closing her eyes. I couldn't believe it. This young beauty was masturbating in mosque just for me! My cock was straining in my pants, but I dare not move, being that I was seated in the front row. The aching intensified as I saw her gently pull the panties aside, revealing two of the most perfect pussy lips I have ever seen, smooth and pink. I knelt behind her and tugged her panties to her knees, hiking her skirt up and spreading the lobes of her buttocks. Her pink rosebud sank in as she tensed, realizing that was the object of my attention, and I intended to play with it. Hers was a pretty asshole -- slightly dark around the rim and bright pink where the wrinkles converged. I rubbed one of my still-wet fingers around it. She wouldn't budge. I noticed she had hair growing around the perimeter of her anus. Holding a tuft between. I looked myself over in my mirror, trying to see if there was anything I could do to improve what was staring back at me. This was the same image that I had been looking at all my life, yet somehow this morning it looked different. The hips I had always wished to be a little bit smaller, looked like the sensual curves that I had once envied on others. The face that I had always considered too plain, now looked bright and full of life. The hair that I had always tried to tame, looked wonderfully.