“Excuse me, would you mind telling me what sort of bait you’re using?” he asked.The other man looked around a bit embarrassed. “Well, I am a s...rgeon, and quite by accident I found that human tonsil works very well.”Moishe couldn’t match that. He thanked the man and left.Next day, Moishe returned to the lake, tried a different bait but still had no luck. Just as before, there ahead was another man reeling in fish after fish.“Excuse me,” asked Moishe, “but could you suggest a bait that I could. Sometimes they even seem a bit cruel to each other, and this seems to excite me for some unknown reason. My favorite is when he bends his wife over his knee and spanks her bottom turning it a beautiful pink, and I can see from her expression how the wince of pain turns into a look of pure lust. Lucky man; lucky girl!Although I’m ashamed to admit it, but watching their private, intimate, sexual moments together, so close and so beautiful, is such a turn-on that it’s extremely hard to ignore. She started to suck ravenously, and it seemed happy to just let her drink from it like a big, thick straw.I noticed that I was starting to feel emptier and emptier, I was nearing the end of my litter. I felt my ass close shut, and a feeling of great relief as a final, really thick worm slid out. It seemed like the best was saved for last, as something similar was happening in my pussy, but this one was even thicker. It was slow going, but I loved the feeling of my whole pussy being stretched. Ariel picked up the water bucket as she and Jack went outside. He grabbed the other two buckets and went to the pond. Ariel dumped the water from the bucket and walked to the pond with him. They took all three buckets to the pond and filled them. Jack took his buckets of water to the horses. Ariel knelt down by the pond and splashed some water on her face and arms. She carried the bucket to the cabin, setting it by the steps. She folded up the blanket and towels that were spread over the wood.