Her eyes were glazed. She didn't even realize she was being helped. The liquid flowed into her mouth and ran down her chin.Jenny pulled the bottle bac... and brushed the greasy red hair out of the girls green eyes."Come on. Drink something. You need the electrolytes to get into your system."Holding the bottle up again, Jenny tried to get her to drink some more. As the liquid entered her mouth, she gently rubbed her throat as she continued to talk with her. Finally, the 8 oz bottle was finished,. He pushed me back a bit, stood up and put his cock back in his pants. Still holding my hair he pulled me up and letting go, took hold of my hand and led me from the bedroom, down the stairs and out of the back door. We walked a couple of blocks and came to his favourite tavern where he ushered me in. There were a half a dozen men sitting around the bar as we moved up to the bar, took a seat on two stools and he ordered two drinks. After a couple of more rounds, he was feeling really good and. She had a drug history, along with a history of violence. She used to be a normal, decent person. A college professor, a devoted wife and mother. Then she got hooked on drugs, and went on a power trip. Her life took a turn for the worst. To be honest, I almost kind of sympathized with her until I found out she killed innocent people. That’s never okay in my book. Nobody deserves to get killed unless they’re guilty of killing someone else in cold blood. I’m against the death penalty, except when. In her lingerie drawer I found a pair of bikini style red panties that had elastic around the leg bands. I picked up a pair that didn't have that and looked at the two of them. I placed both on Candys' bed and went to take my own shower.While I was bathing it dawned on me that being a teenage boy I never paid attention to clothes shopping, or clothes even. What fit was about the only criteria. But now that I was going to have a beautiful girl dressed like a classy slut on my arm I thought it.