"Well, I, uh..." "It's always good to get a second opinion about clothes," she said."Oh yeah, sure, thanks," I responded, figuring she was just going ...o tell me how I looked in them. Unusual, but helpful. We walked to the dressing room. I went in, and she came in with me and quickly shut the door behind her. "Um, I..." I started to say something but she was pushing her pants down to her ankles. I looked at her little pussy and pale legs with my mouth hanging open. She stepped out of her pants,. She continued riding me and gradually her movement increased and her breathing became louder. I moved my free hand to the underside of her bang and massaged to assist her to her travelling of up and down my cock.After a few minutes, her moans became so strong and the contraction of her vigina became stronger around my cock. As she was riding me, I showed no sign of chumming and I sensed her slowing down. As she slowed down I took the opportunity of sitting down and rolled her over on her back. I returned to the living room, but she was not there. I found one shoe, and the other about 3 feet away. I knew she was wearing them when she left for the bathroom, so was curious. I walked to the hallway, and saw a sock in the center.At the corner was another sock, so I went to it. There were her pants, right in the middle of the stairs. I went up them, and saw her short on the top of the stairway. I moved forward and saw something on my door. I walked in front of my bedroom door, which was. I cried out as the shaver became buried within my pussy, and I felt my hymen tear as it forced its way in. The pain was almost overwhelming, and my pussy felt like it was on fire. With shaking hands, I started to pump the shaver in and out, waiting for the pain to subside. Once the pleasure had found its way back into my system, I swapped the shaver for my finger, letting it slowly worm its way inside. My pussy was wet and silky, my walls begging to be fucked. I moaned as I pushed deeper, my.