.. I removed the lions, without disturbing the bears or the sabertooth.My 50 is not a Barrett. It's not a sniper rifle, it doesn't have a night scope,...or a bi-pod. It's not a semi-automatic. It's a single shot rotating bolt action with a lever action rising block I made in my shop.I have a Bridgeport, a Delta lathe with a mill setup and an end mill. I also have a deep hole boring bar and a rifling bench ... man toys!!My .50 is heavy, awkward and clumsy. What the hell, I'd never built one. I agreed for that.She invited me her home. Her home was in pune and I was working in Hyderabad that time.I booked tatkal train tickets online and started my journey on Saturday morning. I was in pune by 4 pm and reached her home within hour. It was nice apartment in nice locality. I rang her house bell and she opened her door. I can’t believe she was looking so different and I couldn’t recognize her for few seconds. She was changed completely since school days. Even after 2 kids she had. We exchanged three kisses, as is custom between friends here in Holland. And I explained her that in France you do only left-right ... Leaving out the detail that they are better flirts than those kissing Dutch. We started to chat in the bus. Continued in the plane. Silenced by the view over the Mediterranean and a large lake, while landing in sun-set. Another bus, and a long-time dear lady friend picked us up at Gare St Charles in old town. I´d no idea where we would sleep. She dropped up us. Holy crap. Laura Vandervoort is actually finger-fucking me up the ass. How hot is that? I’ve never been ass-fucked before; always thought it was a gay thing. It was okay for women to receive it, I guess, but not straight men. But it looked like Laura was opening my eyes to a thing or two about pleasure. “You like that,” she murmured as she finger-fucked me hard, “Don’t you, Jan?” “Yes,” I said, helpless to do anything but lay there and let her fingers thrust deep into my hole over and over.