A quarter stick of dynamite would be put into the can parallel to the stick and the fuse would run out next to the stick. The can would be filled with...small rocks and the whole thing sealed with paraffin to hold the dynamite and the rocks in place. The fuse would be cut to give about ten seconds between lighting and explosion. The grenade would be used by holding it in the throwing hand and lighting the fuse with a lit cigar stub. The grenade could then be thrown like a heavy stick. I tried it. They both collapsed side by side on the bed, Jeff holding her close, kissing her softly.Lynn lay quite still, overwhelmed by what had just happened, wondering when she would start to feel guilty, but she didn't. The feeling of a man laying next to you, who has just given you so much pleasure was, to say the least, novel.Jeff ran his fingers down Lynn's spine. She lifted her head and they kissed again."Thank you," whispered Lynn, "but you haven't cum yet." All in good time," Jeff replied."Yes,. Trina finally broke it and pulled Bree close to her. Her head rested on Bree shoulder. "Are you really sure about this Bree" Trina asked quietly. "No but yes at the same time" she took Trina's hand and their eyes again met. "I know it's crazy and probably wrong in several ways but I can't ignore what I felt when I read your words. I'm just as confused as you were when you started writing in your diary about me and what you were feeling." Do you need more time to think things through then?". A tiny girl, but stacked with what had to be at least a large C cup and a tight little butt that was enough to make most men drool. Even though she was my sister, I’d be lying if I said that I hadn’t been caught staring once or twice. She continued in an icy, steely voice. She kept talking, “anyway, just before I left, Dad comes up to me and tells me to tone it down, less make up, more clothes. I grabbed a jacket and pulled it on over my outfit and headed to the door. Again, he wasn’t.