Once in the car, we chatted as if we had been dating for months and I was feeling that there really might be a connection between us. Almost as soon a... we got in the car, her hand was on my leg, not in a sexual way, but just touching me.I had bought tickets and we headed to the latest Star War’s movie. We got to the theater a bit late and had to find seats with it already dark and crowded. The last several rows appeared free, so we sat in the middle of the center section on the second from the. I spoke to my friend. The one who had set up the deal with my distributor.“Michael, why did you start sending other growers to me?” I asked.“I did it because the distributor refuses to deal with the mountain growers. He will deal with you, but not them. It’s a chance for both of you to make some easy money. Of course you will have to work with them. You can also teach them how to grow your brand of pot,” Michael informed me.“I’ll think about it,” I said.“Don’t think too long,” he suggested.By. ‘Back-Door’ was a term we always used when we had Anal Sex. “If Balu can respect my wishes and not touch my rose I’ll give him the back door once every weekend when I go to help him with the cleaning of the house. And one more thing, Balu has to return my panties”.Tina asked me if I would be able to respect Anu’s conditions and would under no circumstance violate her desires. Well, I wish she’d have agreed to give me her pussy, by what the heck?! Here the Queen of my panty fetish was offering. Me: (my dad called me) Ok, uncle. Daddy is calling. See you later.Uncle: Ok, dear. Take care.That night I was alone in my room watching TV. Then the bell rang. It was uncle. He gave me brinjal curry that aunty made in the afternoon. I asked him to come in. He came in. I forgot that I was wearing shorts. I generally don’t wear shorts, but that day I wore as I was alone.Even Uncle was shocked to see me in shorts. I asked him whether he had his dinner. He nodded, yes. Then I gave him a formal.