“You don’t?” Clara wore a grin that was positively evil. That had been her plan all along. She loved to make her lovers too driven to distraction to think coherently. She was happy that she could do it with Sara. “And why not?”
Shifting a little, she pressed a bit harder against Sara’s sex through her knickers. She could feel that her thigh was a little damp and that had a large effect on her. Clara was certain her own knickers were equally wet, if not more so.
“Is there something you want to do before we leave? That might help you think more…clearly?” she purred.