. . or else I'd leave them as well!" she added."Don't worry about that Wendy. We'll go shopping for some new clothes." I said and she looked at me and...smiled.Martha drove us into town and we parked near the shops, Wendy seemed a bit low as we entered the first shop, which catered for young and trendy girls, I asked her what was wrong? "I've never chosen my own clothes before . . . I don't know what to do." She said her face going red with shame.I called over a sales assistant and told her that. .. as an invitation of sorts. It's existence became so prevalent in society earning the title; 'Oedipus Complex',... validating it's presence, as well as his own. Once I crossed the fence, I knew there was no going back. I weighed the risks yet still pursued my intentions, fueled by my own initiative... I wanted him too. Having given it some thought, my next scene was set, and it was now time to put it into action. It was important that I remain on course with respect to pace. Michael has. I just knew everything would be okay.Once inside the door Sandy and I faced each other. I took her in my arms and softly pressed my lips to hers. I felt no anxiety, no reservations, I felt only affection, a warmth I had honestly thought I would never feel again.Those feelings became even stronger once we were in the bedroom. I unzipped the back of her dress and caressed her neck as I slipped to top of the dress off her shoulders and let it fall to her feet. I reached around her soft body and. Sure enough, Joey had much better access and appreciatively began to fuck her as hard as he could.It wasn't really a turn on but Tara was starting to get off again. Somehow just letting this boy fuck her like she was just a warm wet hole for his cock was disgusting enough that she was enjoying his battering ram technique. Her self loathing at this revelation was also working against her. Fucking one teenager was scandalous enough but this was disgusting behaviour. Still, she didn't know what.