I showed her my house and she started working.. Her saree was transparent.. She did not wear a bra and her breasts were seen my dick was you know. Hig...ly excited… it was erected as I saw her.. She put the k** on the floor and went to work.. My dirty mind was thinking of some ideas.. Then I started playing with the k**.. And while I was playing.. The k** started crying.. Then I took the k** to her and said the k** is hungry I guess.. Then she took the k** and started feeding her in front of the. When I tapped her hip with the lash, she immediately assumed the conformation present position. Head up, shoulders back, chest thrust forward, hands crossed at the small of her back and her feet exactly shoulder width apart. The bright smile on her face told me she knew her form was perfect as I tapped her hip again to start her walking.I watched her walk around me for a moment, her perky C-cups and braids bouncing in time to her steps. After a couple circuits, I tapped her hip again to send. She smiled slyly, her big brown eyes gazing at me mirthfully. She was beautiful. "Guess we also know what to do if I ever get to be an unbearable asshole." I smiled back up at her. "Mmm. I'm hoping you never have to be again. At least not when it comes to getting laid." "I never thought you and I would be friends with benefits..." "Would it bother you...?" I shook my head, tilting my head forward to kiss her. She made an approving purring sound against my lips. "Not in the slightest." "You. Brook had to pull me away to go get signed up and into the proper gear.We walked into the office, and it was a combination motorcycle shop and where they managed the track. The girl behind the desk told us that they could rent us gear and bikes. She took one look at me and shook her head.“I don’t think we have any rental gear that’ll fit you.”“I don’t think I want to wear rented gear either,” Brook said.The girl took us over to where they had motocross gear. Bright yellow racing pants were all.