My father used to be a miner and with the cardboard we’ll have from those jars, my friends can help me make sticks of dynamite. It’s not for a wea...on, honest!”I considered all of their items and really couldn’t see how they could make a gun of any kind. Not that it wouldn’t be possible, just that it wouldn’t be easy. Brad was conferring with both me and JB, mentally, and came to the same conclusion.Brad nodded at Ibera, “Okay, we can give you one 10Lb can. Just, be very careful you don’t hurt. Oh how I laughed, poor ‘Sarge’ seemed to jump about a foot in the air. I felt like a naughty schoolgirl that had been caught whilst babysitting lol… classic! (I know it’s very cruel to laugh but I never claimed to be nice so there!!!) It could have all gone horribly wrong from there but I’m pleased to report it didn’t. We had another drink and chatted for a while together, and we were all relaxed again pretty soon. ‘Sarge’ felt comfortable enough to stroke my stockinged legs, which were laid. All the girls behind the counter groaned and tore at their polyester-uniformed crotches, collapsing at their posts. The sisters just pulled together into a mass of flesh, screaming in ecstasy. Recovering from my excitement, I looked around at the room. It was covered in come and female juices. I instructed the girls to lick each other clean, and turned to instruct the men and women to do the same. I left the serving girls the way they were, only inserting instructions to find nothing wrong with. He said do you masterbate much, I did at your age, all the time, I still do... he said , there was a silence,... yes I replied I do... good he said so do you like these magazines do they make you hard. yes they do Mr Watson, I heard myself say, me too he replied, and dropped his trousers and showed me his hard cock, it was big, shall we wank together, . I said what about the shop if someone walks in, we could'nt be seen,but if someone walked in they would hear us, but he had already.