“Emma.” She pointed to her name then to herself, handing me the pencil.Deliberately staring into her eyes I snapped the pencil in half and dropped...it on the paper pad. I smirked at my small victory.She shook her head at me slowly, smiled and calmly pulled another pencil from her purse. She picked up the pad and wrote a longer series of words. She held it up against her slender body where I could read it. “Emma. Stop being an asshole. I’m deaf too. Since I was young.”I felt a sudden flood of. "You know, there's nothing quite like a wedding dress to make you feel allgirly and feminine," she taunted him, showing off her stockinged legs andthe lacy suspenders. "Oh yes Peter, you'd love all the pretty lingerie andI promise I'd make you into such a pretty bride. Just think, you'll haveall the boys chasing you then, won't you? Pretty, pretty Peter, myblushing virgin bride! Right, that's settled then. We'll put you into mywedding dress, all the frillies underneath, and then we'll find you. When you get inside, he shoves you on the bed and dives on top of you. He kisses you on the lips, sliding his tongue in your mouth.Hands roam and grope as you pull each other’s clothes off until you’re both naked and pressed close to each other. You can’t believe your luck. Hot, passionate, and married: the perfect combination."You're so beautiful," he whispers against your lips.The head of his cock rubs against the curve of your ass, pressing but not pushing into your entrance."How do you want. I sat there on the floor and recovered for a minute and then put my pants on. I took the new pants and the door tag to the girl. She had a register, so she rung me."Was everything okay?" she asked looking at me strangely."Oh, yes," I replied smiling.My arousal was wearing off as she put my new pants in a bag, I realized she suspected that something happened. I could feel my hand shaking as I took the bag. I left the store quickly. In my head I kept telling myself that I wasn't in trouble, if.