Publicsex Stories

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....