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When I was pregnant with my youngest daughter my best friend, Ronda, was pregnant as well.  We were each due to have our babies in the month of September and had the same doctor.  Since the doctors office was a forty minute drive from the small town we both lived in we would try to schedule our doctor appointments on the same day and around the same time. That way we could make the trip together each month.  We were both so excited that our babies would be born just a couple of weeks apart.  

During our eighth month of pregnancy we made our bi-monthly trip to the doctor.  Our conversation on the way to the doctor’s office consisted of how much weight we had gained and how our maturity clothes were wearing out. I was wearing a pair of slacks with a shirt while Ronda had on her only nice dress.  Ronda told me how her underwear was stretched and did not stay up very well.  With only a month to go until the birth she didn’t want to buy new underwear until the baby was born. We had had this same conversation two weeks before when I encouraged Ronda to buy Granny panties.  Jan felt that being pregnant made her un-sexy to her husband. To her way of thinking Granny panties would make her even more unappealing.  She was determined to stay in her bikini panties until the very end. 

My appointment was an hour before Ronda’s appointment that day.  Because it was such a pretty day once I was done I went to sit in the car while I waited for Ronda.  I had backed the car into the parking space so I had a clear view of the door to the office.  After about thirty minutes two cars pulled up.  While the people from the two cars were making their way to the office Ronda came out.  I noticed right away that something was wrong with Ronda.  She was walking as if she was in pain.  She was kind of slumped over a little and her face was red. I also noticed something bright red was around her knees.  I thought it was blood at first until I realized what I was seeing was a pair of bright red, stretched, lace panties making their way down her legs. As she walked the panties slid lower down her legs. With each step the panties got lower until they were around her ankles.  When the panties dropped to her ankles Ronda stopped, stepped out of the panties and hurried to the car.  As I drove away I took one last look at the sad panties puddle up on the parking lot. We made a stop on the way home that day for Ronda to buy the one thing she hated most; Granny panties.

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