I finally came into my senses and surprised, excited to know what is going to happen. I could hear them, aunty in whispering voice “Umesh!! Please l...ave me. Arun can hear us”. “I don’t care darling I want you now” Uncle said as if he is giving an order. “Please Umesh, stop it, don’t do this to me and embarrass me while Arun is here.. AAhhhhh.. Plsss…. nooo.. ahh…”.”Like I said I don’t care” my uncle grunted. I can imagine what is going in the kitchen. “Plsss Umeshh nooo… Not into the hall…. “I understand that you have a remarkable product. I have certainly enjoyed your goods.”“That’s great to hear,” Chance remarks with a smile, his curiosity piqued. “But where are you going with this?”“I figure that if you are going to cater, would you be willing to play Santa?” the man asks, then adds, “Of course, if your wife is willing to be Mrs. Claus.”A sly smile creeps up on Chance’s face. In his mind he can see all the possibilities that could come out of an opportunity like this. “I don’t. So to the game First hand went Barbra's way I lost my shoes second I lost as well top off there was me in just my shorts and she was fully dressed and laughing, next hand I won shoes went then I won again jumper off could I get at least to her bra yes I could another win and off came the blouse. So me in a pair of shorts and a hard on Barbra in jeans and her bra I really wanted to see those tits come out. Now I have always been able to unhook back fastening bras with one hand so while she was. We met up with the dry Alhana and went to have a look at the temperate biome first. Thankfully there was a cloakroom provided so we could get rid of our wet coats and not have to drag them around with us.We walked slowly through the Mediterranean garden stopping occasionally to read something about the uses of some of the hundreds of plants that surrounded us before we stopped for a break in the orange grove. There was a small stall there dispensing a Mediterranean soup so we bought a bowl each.