While gazing hotly at him, Misty unzipped her tight shorts, shoving them down her slim thighs, and pulled off her tight t-shirt. She wore no panties, ...nd her quivering pussy slit was moist, her naked, lightly sweaty body shimmered. She pressed her crotch at the side of her seat, rubbing her pussy there, her ponytail swaying. Slowly she slid her hand into the opening of his shorts, she slid the tips of her fingers very lightly over his cockshaft, it was very hard, and she felt the throb of it.. "For you," he said. "And this." He raised his other hand, holding up a bulging plastic bag. "Not chocolates, sorry. Food. Proper food. I thought I'd cook so you can work. I know you're behind."Lucy gaped in disbelief. Words failing her, she placed a hand on her heart."I wanted to surprise you." Pete dropped the plastic bag neatly at his feet. "And help, if I can." You do, you always do." Lucy's heart skipped. "Are they roses?" she asked, nodding to the flowers."Of course. A dozen. Red. Your. But I told her the nearest hotel is 30km and said she could use the guest bed room. She finally agreed upon my insistence.I fixed dinner for both of us and we started eating. All the while I can’t believe how lovely her dark hair looked. She told me that she lived alone and she isn’t in a relationship right now. All through dinner she kept staring at my hair.Finally she said,” there’s something in your hair looks like a grass blade.”I tried unsuccessfully to get it out. Looking at my clumsy. “It smells like him. She looked inside and found his name stenciled on the inside and put it down on the table to come and hug me.I held her and noticed that she was trembling slightly. She’d heard the stories, but this was the first time that she’d been certain that life didn’t stop when our heart did. It was a powerful moment for her. She was given the certainty that not only was her brother in some afterlife, but that he wasn’t damned for his suicide, like some faiths believed. He was happy.