Patorns aren’t allowed to pump their own gas in Oregon! Can you believe that shit? So when this hot slutty little buxom slut walks to my window and ...ays? fill ‘er up? I knew this was the party I was looking for. As I was staring at her pert nipples she woke me from my sordid thoughts and asked again. ?Fill’er up?? ‘Uh ya bitch? ? I know she heard this but she said nothing and started the pump going. She dropped the gas cap and I noticed that her sweet little ass flaired out very nicely and she. I write this record with the hope that future generations will learn from what we have done. I am the leader of a group that many call a resistance, but I call it hope. We are under the thumb of a tyrannical government that is being led by my uncle, a man that many refer to as a God, but I see as an abomination. I was never meant to lead anything in my life. My father was a great king with five strapping sons already vying for a claim in a peaceful kingdom. The trouble began when my father. James had been treated well, given good food and money to spend on new clothes and for his time in France. He was assured he would be going home as soon as the movie was done. He knew his Mom would be so worried about him just diappearing without a trace. James loved living near the nudist beach and would often walk down there during the day and lay in the sun to top his tan up. He was still shy being nude in public but he found a quiet area he could relax in. The next day James was called into. "If I wanted...what?" Max said as his ran his big hand over Tasha's hair, petting her as if she was a cat in heat. She leaned against his hand and Tasha hoped he was getting her vibes. She wanted him and didn't care if he was her Dad or not. "You can...uh...pretend I'm you're um...date, if you wanted to." Tasha whispered, as she chewed her lower lip and hoped that her face wasn't that red. He laughed and now he was sure. Tasha was coming on to him and she was turning him on. "Well, I haven't.