A Fish's Dream (Part 8)

Back to the present, I sit in the passenger seat, gazing at my old friend's sharply defined profile. Countless candid encounters and intimate moments over the years have made him seem like a member of our family. Although we've both said that I can't replace his wife and he can't replace my husband, my innate womanly intuition tells me that he might still harbor a little something different about me. But some things are best left unsaid, as this is the greatest respect we can show each other. Just like my husband said, the sunshine in his life has faded, and all I can do is be a gentle breeze that caresses him. If this veil is torn, it might bring yet another set of shackles.

The scenery along the way kept changing, and we were already halfway to the airport. "Let's get off the highway," I whispered. My old friend understood immediately, turning the steering wheel and expertly pulling me to a secluded spot. Whenever I saw him off, we always set off early, the reasons for which were probably self-evident—it had become an unspoken understanding between us. At that moment, suppressing my pounding heart, I slowly unbuttoned my shirt, exposing my breasts. The afternoon sun bathed my skin, casting a delicate halo on my chest. A rough, large hand caressed my skin, making me feel incredibly comfortable. The other hand deftly removed my slightly glistening underwear and casually stuffed it into my mouth. "Heh, you've been corrupted by your older brother too," I chuckled, letting him do as he pleased, my hands roaming freely, igniting a burning desire wherever they touched. Over the years, we've become intimately familiar with each other's bodies. Soon, under his double assault, I was sent to heaven. After catching my breath, I spat out the panties from my mouth and leaned over to serve him, but he gently supported me, softly saying, "You've spent too much time with me these past few days. Go back and spend more time with your older brother today." Then he lowered his head and began licking my wet, glistening vulva. It seems your older brother has taught you more than just how to tease your sister-in-law. I smiled faintly to myself, tilting my head back to enjoy his service. Silly girl, your older brother won't let me off so easily tonight...

Finally, after he had sucked all my juices clean once more, he drove off to the airport with a satisfied expression and a weary me. However, there was an extra piece of clothing in the suitcase that didn't belong to him...

PS A somewhat mischievous fish

PS Question: How many times has this fish been to the sky?
PS PS Question 2: Did the fisherman use a harpoon?

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