Then I went back to his previous comment and said, “I don’t know what you are talking about. These 2 weeks I will make sure you don’t miss aunty...at all”.He was surprised at my words but did not believe I meant it in a naughty way. His attention got distracted when he could see my flat stomach and curvy waist. He said, “Wow that is such a beautiful waist Nisha. Why don’t you wear a ring on your navel like most girls do these days?” and gently rubbed his hand on my belly. I replied, “I have. This allowed even greater access under her leg and around to her cunt lips for his left hand. There was now a constant to and fro motion against the side of her cunt and what little light there was flickered off the wetness that was being massaged out from between her lips. Still, there appeared to be no direct contact with her clitoris or entry into her vagina.Finally Kaitlin couldn't hold back any longer. Her breathing was erratic and uncontrolled. Her eyes closed as her whole body tensed.. I had no concept of how long I'd been lying there struggling against the binds I created and cursing myself for even devising this situation. I began to accept my fate and give in to the situation when suddenly I could make out the sound of my wife’s voice in the distance as she returned. My heart rate again shot through the roof and I froze trying to hear her faint voice amidst the silence. My brain was awash with fear and embarrassment. How could she be home so quickly? How long had I. 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 before. As it is I spent a ton of time making it lighter. I got it reduced to.