It was however a tremendous shock to her when she went to the bathroom to pee and found her panties soaked in blood. She screamed at the sight and her...friends mother came running to see what was wrong. It was her that taught her how to deal with her monthlies.After her friend and her friend’s mother had cleaned up Jane’s privates and they were alone that her friend asked, “Why do you shave your privates, though she used the word pussy.” “Well, aren’t you supposed to. Mom taught me how to shave. We have done so much together over the years that we consider them part of our family. There has always been this playful flirting going on between me and Renee. Nothing serious, but Tammy, my wife, started referring to her as my “girlfriend.” Renee would even ask which nights she could have me to herself. It was all in good fun, and she was almost like a sister to me. Almost. I worked afternoons and would get home from work around 12:30 a.m. Many nights I would find Renee and Tammy chatting,. ” I went to kiss her at the very second my phone started to ring, guess who. “Why did you even bring your phone in here!” Rita whined. I shrugged as I dried off my hand and answered the phone. “Ashley I…” “Is everyone on the way yet?” “I’m in the shower right now! Can you hear the water?” “What? Stop moving so slow!” “Ashley you called me like five minutes ago…” “Plenty time for a shower! Now come on, wash that little thing and get over here!” She hung up and a stared at the phone. My friend liked to wear stylish underwear and stockings. She also enjoyed telling me what she was wearing when we were in public, and the effect that doing so was sure to have. On one occassion we were at a bar with some friends. It was dark and noisy, but not a club and there weren't really any spots where you could really feel safe to get away with naughtiness. I knew that my friend was wearing a pair of fine lace panties - she told me when we were at the bar and later passed them to me under.