"Well, I can't really help it, with all this talk about sex!" Janet exclaimed.

"I know that, honey but you're really dripping! You really need a man!"

Janet was too embarrassed to reply. Angela continued to fumble with the zipper, trying to reattach the two metal ends. But she was now too horny to concentrate. The smell of Janet's oozing pussy oils filled the air. Suddenly Angela realized how badly she wanted to suck the horny widow's cunt, to give her the same kind of relief she'd provided her son.

"Janet," Angela said softly. "I'm never going to fix these pants with you in them. Stand up for a second."

Obediently, Janet rose to her feet. Angela looked up at her, seeing the way her huge tits heaved under her blouse. The nipples were stiff, sticking through her blouse and bra.

Breathing hard, Angela slid the pants down her friend's ass, leaving her naked from the waist down except for her panties and shoes. But she didn't try to fix the zipper. Instead she tantalizingly pushed her hand between Janet's milk-white thighs, pressing her fingers to the dripping crotch of her panties.

"Oh, God!" Janet moaned.

"Mmmm, it's all sticky!" Angela licked her lips and looked up at her friend coyly. "You know something, Janet. You don't always need a man to make you feel good!"

Boldly, Angela grasped the hem of Janet's sopping panties, pulling them off. Then she stared hungrily at the curly haired triangle of her friend's aching cunt.

Janet had a beautiful pussy. The cunt lips were thick, pink and swollen, not hanging down at all. The jet-black hairs curled delicately around her pussy slit. Angela felt her own pussy growing wetter by the second. She pushed her fingers up the gash of Janet's fuck channel, sliding one figner into the folds of her cunt.