Why would she not want to talk with me? Had I done something wrong to make her upset?My answer came as I heard Sara's car pulled into the drive way. S...e had been going out really late these past few days since we'd been back, and today was no exception. Already feeling depressed, I came to the realization why Grace no longer seemed to want to talk to me. It was Sara. Apparently my daughter had succeeded in making Grace run off.I didn't know who to be more upset at, my daughter for being so. “Just promise to talk to me. No matter what happens,” I urged her.She nodded. “I understand. More than your other girls, I get it. I feel the same way. I was raped. I know you’ll never hurt me, never force me. It doesn’t stop me being afraid. Maybe that’s the best way to look at it. You were raped by them too. It wasn’t sexual, but they violated you so completely, that they might as well have.”I’d never looked at it like that before. I frowned as I thought about it.“It’s the same fear you feel,. Surely that was wrong, everything I’d been brought up to believe told me it was. Yet somehow it felt right. It had certainly been the most intensely pleasurable experience of my life and Jake had been more than willing.“No!” I told myself, it couldn’t happen again.I turned my head to face him. He smiled that familiar, boyish smile that always made my heart melt.“Love you Mum”. He said gently.“Love you too”. I replied.“Jake…”. I continued. Yes, Mum”.“You know we can’t do this again, don’t you?”. She did a lap dance and striptease. she slowly removed shirt by removing a button every minute. she was shaking her ass lik a belly dancer. when she was only in her panty and dancing i took few notes from my purse and put them in elastic of her panty. she asked me what it was for. i told this is what a stripper etc for performance like that.We become completely nude and i started kissing her body, pressing her boobs and sucking them and chewing her nipples. her moans were hard and she gave a.