Susan considers her options, letting one hand slip down to Janet's waist, and then up her back - she loves the feeling of Janet's skin, warm and soft, over those wiry muscles of hers - and then nods to herself. There's no way she can get the angle she'd like to with Janet on her lap like this. She'd have to hunch over much too far just to get her mouth on a tit the way she wants.

So, carefully, with the strength she's gained through what's now months of near-daily archery practice, she half-rises, tumbling Janet gently to the rug, and then she's mouthing firmly down Janet's collarbone.