“You can’t tell the difference between me and mom?” she asked intently. “I didn’t see her, it was dark, and she held my hands the way you do... which is why I thought it was you! I’m the victim here!” I said finally making a case for myself. She looked at me with that “I believe you, but I’m not letting this go” look on her face. Just then our dad called us down to breakfast, where I was gonna make some effort to confront mom. We went to the bathroom, brushed our teeth, and went downstairs.I had. " Lust?" Bobbie looked at Justice."You would call her a succubus, steals sexual energy. When she doesthat, other energies go with it. You're going to help put it back. Howwill become clear to you, you probably know already, inside. Now, thisisn't going to be like some action movie, with constant peril. You'rejust going to live your life, and do the right thing. But know this.There is no going back. Use that creative energy to constructivepurpose."Bobbie's concerns melted away. Justice was. With the current mood I was in and all the thoughts of her, I felt my cock begin to get hard and grow. "Shit what if she feels it, it's going to totally freak her out. Shit shit shit, this is so awkward" I panicked. After a few minutes I was nursing a semi, by some miracle it wasn't fully erect yet but I knew she could definitely feel it. As my fear grew she kept her leg there and continued to rub "What the hell!!" I thought to myself. "Is she deliberately teasing me". I could feel the edge of. She knew his idea of ?camping? definitely wasn't limited to pitchinga tent and toasting marshmallows. While they packed the pickup truck on Friday afternoon, she saw him casuallytoss in his mystery bag before they left. She never knew what he'd pull outof that bag, but based on past experience it was always something that madethe trip memorable. He took the highway heading north, into the center of the state, a desertarea uninhabited except for a few gas stations along the road. Even on.