But when somewhere in that dead silencethe smell came back, I silently turned around. She had both her handsbehind her back, one arm over her shoulder... the other below, trying tozip up her dress.She sighed, and squeed painfully. "A little help please?"I stepped towards her and she turned her back to me. I put her hand onthe velvet vest, squeezing it closed with one hand at the top and takinghold of the zipper with the other. Silently, Marshe let go and let herhands rest at her side. I smoothly. That's the southern state of Georgia in the USA, not the one in Europe that birthed Stalin, in case you're wondering. The little regional electrical cooperative is in the process of upgrading itself. We looked at some equipment that was seventy years old. It's still working, but it needs changing. We're angling for some 'from the ground on up' projects here. We stand a chance to make a lot of money.Heading home, Jason and I talked. I let him drive and I madly tapped out emails describing what I. Charlie's eyes never left her bosom."Was that cheap thrill or what, Charlie?"Charlie was glazed. His cock was already coming alive in his trunks. Amazing! He'd blown a load not two minutes ago.The mirror showed Charlie still standing in the door way. She glanced down at his crotch. Shit! Charlie had a boner in his trunks. She looked up at his face and saw he was now staring at her butt."Well..." He couldn't be serious!? They'd pulled each other's legs so many times... Never crossing that line.. I smiled warmly at her as she approached me, her nervous energy putting me at ease. She started talking to me about how unicorns were her favourite, and how she loved the inflatable I was wearing. The exact words she and I used are lost to me as the alcohol took effect.“Can I borrow your unicorn?” she asked shyly as I smiled mischievously.“Sure you can, on the condition that when you return it you have a drink with me. And he is called Reginald.” She considered my condition before nodding, me.