This story begins with the last paragraph of part one.

As I left, I blew a kiss at the painting, hoping that Bree's ghost was okay with everything.

On my way back, I wondered what I should tell Jenna about the painting or if I should never say a word about it.

I decided not to say a word about it for now. I wanted to ensure we were on firm ground as a couple before I would tell her. I would tell her one day in the future.  

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I picked her up at her place, and we decided to have a picnic at a nearby park. It had nice shade trees and a pond that usually had ducks and geese.

We found a nice spot to lay down a blanket and enjoyed the sandwiches Jenna had packed for us.

We had just finished lunch when Jenna asked me, "Tell me about Bree. I can see you still love her, and I think that is wonderful. What did you two do that you loved so much?"

I replied, "She was what I thought was my one true love for life. We did everything together. We played games, danced, and shared similar tastes in food and music. It has not been that long since she passed, but I have to tell you, Jenna, that I think I love you, and I never thought those words would come out of my mouth ever again."

Jenna reached over and kissed me, whispering into my ear, "David, I love you too."

I kissed her and never thought about where we were, and I wanted to make love to her right there. As we kissed, I fondled her breasts. Her hand ran down to my pants, and she started rubbing my cock through my pants.

Jenna said, "We can't do this here, can we?"

I looked around, saw no one, and said, "Why not? No one is around." 

She unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock, and her mouth went down on it immediately. I watched as she sucked on my cock in broad daylight. I kept looking around to be sure we were alone.

I stood up and helped her up and then pulled down her pants and panties. I pointed to the blanket, and she lay back down. One last look around before I slid my cock into her.

I was nervous as I fucked her but loved the risk of it. Jenna began moaning as we continued. Her pussy was so hot.

Suddenly, I heard a voice say, "You two should really get a room."

I looked up and saw a guy looking at us from behind a tree.  

I pulled out of Jenna, and she covered up.

The guy said, "Don't stop on my account. I enjoyed watching you two, and if you don't mind, I will jerk off watching you."

Jenna looked at me and said, "Finish what you started, David. Cum in me and fuck that guy over there. Who cares what he sees."

I put my cock right back into her, and that guy did as he said he would do and stood by the tree and jerked off.

I could not believe what was happening as I fucked Jenna, but at the same time kept an eye on that guy jerking off to us. 

Jenna yelled out, "Don't stop, David. Fuck I am cumming again." 

A few more plunges into her soaked pussy, and I filled it up with my seed.

I looked over at that guy just in time to see him shoot a load of cum all over the ground. He zipped up his pants and ran off.

Jenna and I got dressed and spent a couple more hours in the park, enjoying each other and the lovely day.

I drove her home, and we set up more dates. I knew I was in love because as soon as I dropped her off, I wanted to see her again.

When I got home and looked at the painting, I felt a strange sense of guilt.

I knew I was wrong for feeling that way, but I was. I wanted Bree's approval for my new love. I didn’t think that would ever happen.

I fell asleep early that night. I was awakened by a sensation that felt like someone was touching me.

As I cleared my eyes of sleep. There, the ghost was again hovering right over me. I could clearly see it was Bree.

I asked, "You said I needed to release you. How can I do that?"

There was no response for several minutes, then I swore a tear dropped from the ghost's eye.

I then heard it say, "You will know how soon."

Then I saw the ghost jump back into the painting.

That was the last wink of sleep I got that night. 

The next day at work, I could think of nothing besides what the ghost said. How would I know how to release Bree's ghost and when?

When work ended that day, I didn't even want to go home. That painting was ruling me.

I couldn't visit Jenna's since she was at work. I had to go home and face the painting.

I got home and went straight to my bedroom to look at the painting, hoping something good or bad would happen.  

Again, that night as I slept, I was awoken by something touching me. It was Bree's ghost again, hovering over me.

I sat up in bed and asked the ghost, "What do you want me to do? I don't know how to release you, Bree. Please tell me. You know I will always love you."

Bree’s ghost smiled, and she said, "I am not sure, I just know my release involves you. Would you like some sexual release now?"

Before I could say a word, the ghost was giving me a blowjob.

I wanted to tell Bree about Jenna and the sex I was having, but the pleasure was too great for me to say anything.

Up and down Bree's head went on my cock. It was like it was all those years ago, but it wasn't. 

I soon shot a load of cum right through Bree's ghost head. As soon as I did, the ghost returned to the painting. 

This is becoming normal for me. How could it? I don't know where to go for help. I need sleep and closure.

The next day at work, Jenna texted me and let me know her planned work schedule. She can change it at any time and wanted to work around my schedule so we could see each other.

After looking it over, I texted her back and told her that Friday and Saturday would be great and asked what she would like to do.

She texted me back. She wanted to see a movie that just came out and maybe have some dinner if I wanted to. 

I texted her back, setting up a whole weekend of fun for us.

It was getting so that all I thought about was Jenna until I got home and saw the painting.

One day after work, I went to the library to look up hauntings and how to deal with them.

There were hundreds of books about them, and I did not know where to start.

I began reading a few of them, but they were just ghost stories and didn't offer me any help.

When I got home, I did the same thing by going online trying to find some help in releasing Bree.

I even found a place that had things you could buy to see if you had ghosts. I didn't need that. I knew I had a ghost.

Night after night, I sat in front of the painting talking to it. Some nights the ghost would smile, some nights it would float above me and touch me. I spoke to the painting, hoping Bree had an answer. I was at a loss for what to do.

Thank goodness Friday came. After work, I went home and packed a bag for the weekend. I was looking forward to a weekend with Jenna. 

Friday night, we went to a theatre to see a movie she wanted to see.

I began to head down to the middle of the theatre, and Jenna said, "I like to sit in the last row if you don't mind, that way we can cuddle."

I replied, "That's okay with me."

We sat down, the movie began, and we held hands as we watched. About halfway through, Jenna whispered, "Time to cuddle."

She put her hand in my lap, undid my zipper, and pulled out my cock. She looked up at me for approval, and I smiled and nodded my head.

She slowly stroked my cock as the movie played on. Then she looked both ways and put her head in my lap and began to suck my cock.

It felt so good, and the risk even made it better. I hoped that no one could hear her slurping on my cock.

I watched her head bob up and down, and her hair swinging in the air.

I was close to cumming when she lifted her head and asked, "So, do you like sex in public?" 

All I could mumble was, "Uh-huh."

She put her head right back down on my cock and continued blowing me. A couple of minutes later, I fed her a load of my cum, and she ate every bit of it and swallowed it.

I kissed her and we made out for almost the rest of the movie. When I first kissed her, I could taste the saltiness of my cum

The movie ended, and I have no idea, nor did Jenna, what we just watched.

On the way to the pizza parlor, Jenna said, "How about a bit of an appetizer before dinner? Pull over, and I will jump in the back seat, and you can have a snack."

I went into a grocery store parking lot and stopped. Jenna pulled off her pants, jumped into the back seat, and said, "Ready when you are."

I opened the back seat door and slid her over so I could munch on her pussy. She was red hot and soaking wet.

Jenna put her feet on the headliner of the car and moved closer to me.

I looked around and saw no one, so I undid my pants and put my cock into her pussy.

It felt so good, even though I already came just over an hour ago, I was ready to splash another load into her.

I pumped her sweet pussy like a madman. Jenna was flopping around in the backseat as my cock went in and out of her.

She put her fingers on her clit and rubbed it as I fucked her.

She screamed out, 'Yes, baby fuck that pussy. Fuck it good."

A few more pumps into her, and I filled her up with cum.

I pulled up my pants and looked at Jenna and asked, "Do you like public sex, or is this your first time?"

She laughed and said, "The other day in the park was my first time, and yes, I like public sex. Let me correct that I love public sex."

I laughed and said, "I thought so. Let's get something to eat."

We went to the pizza place and stuffed ourselves so much that when we got back to her place, we both fell asleep on her couch.

I woke first on Saturday morning and decided to make breakfast for Jenna. As soon as the smell of the bacon permeated the house, Jenna woke up.

She came into the kitchen and asked, "Now what are you up to?"

I replied, "Making your breakfast, gorgeous. Now have a seat, and I will pour you a cup of coffee."

We sat and had breakfast, then decided to go on a riverboat tour. 

I did wonder if her love of public sex meant she had something in mind.

The boat was packed, and no way that was going to happen

The tour was fun, and they served us dinner as it came to an end. 

We got off the boat, and Jenna said, "Let's go to your place, it’s closer. You know I have never been there, and I want to see it."

My face must have gone ghost white. What was I going to do? I was terrified she would see the ghost.

I replied, "That's okay, maybe some other day, because I left my stuff at your place."

She frowned and replied, "Who cares about that stuff? I want to see your place, pretty please."

What was I to do but say, "Okay, let's go."

We got to my place, and I showed her the living room and kitchen, then took her out onto my patio.

We sat out there, had a drink, and relaxed for a little while. Then Jenna said, "I think you forgot to show me one room. Your bedroom. Let’s go have some fun there. Do you want to?"

As badly as I wanted to have fun, I was scared to show her my bedroom, but I got up, took her hand, and walked into my bedroom.

She looked around, saw the painting, and asked, "Is that Bree? She is beautiful."

I shook my head and said, "Yes, she was." 

Jenna walked over to me, hugged me, and said, "I am sorry for your loss."

We both sat down in my bed, and I kissed her. The whole time, I had an eye on the painting. Nothing happened.

Jenna took her hand and began rubbing my cock through my pants. I grew hard as we kissed, and she knew it.

She stood up and did a slow strip in front of me, slowly taking off her clothes. First, her shirt, then her jeans. She danced around me for a few minutes before taking off her bra and dropping it on my head. She slid her panties off, came over to me, and pushed her pussy right in my face.

I licked her pussy for a minute before she pushed me back into the bed and took off my jeans and underwear, exposing my rock-hard cock.

Jenna mounted my cock, and I watched her go up and down on me. Then it happened.

Bree's ghost was right behind Jenna, just hovering and watching.

My cock began to get soft, and Jenna asked, "Is there something wrong?"

She saw my eyes looking past her and turned around to see the ghost.

She screamed, jumped out of bed, covered herself, and said, "What the fuck, David. What is that?"

I replied, "I think it's Bree's ghost."

"You knew you had a ghost here and didn't tell me. Fuck David," she said.

Bree went over to Jenna, and for the first time I had ever seen her, she was almost entirely in her human form and stood next to her and said, "I won't hurt you. Please help me. It's clear now what I need to be released from this form. Make love to David, please." 

I was shaking as much as Jenna and walked over to her and said, "Please, let's help her and make love to me. Just think of it like we are in public, and someone is watching."

I took her hand, and we walked back over to bed. Bree's ghost followed.

I kissed Jenna and lay her back down in the bed. I had become soft, and Bree's ghost knew exactly what to do and took my cock and began to stroke it.

Jenna watched in horror as Bree took my cock and helped slide it into her. I slowly began to fuck Jenna as Bree watched. It took several minutes for Jenna to let go of her feelings and enjoy what was happening.

As my cock slid in and out of her, Bree hovered over us, and somehow, she was affecting both of us. The sex was the best I had ever had.

Jenna began to moan and said, "Don't stop, David, this is the best. Fuck David, I love you."   

I said, "I love you too."

Bree's ghost floated above both of us and said, "That's what I needed, David. I needed to know that you still could love. Remember our promise to each other that we would love again? You have now done that, David. Thank you, Jenna. Take care of him for me. I hope to see you both in the next life."

We both watched in astonishment as the ghost returned to the picture of Bree, and it was different from how I painted it. Bree was now smiling. 

I now knew what I needed to do. I got down on my knees and asked, "Jenna, will you marry me?" 

She smiled and said, "You bet your ass I will."

We finished making love that night.

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We got married in a church several months later and had the painting of Bree present to see it.