The Forest Game (F/FFF)

[AlexUSA3]

The Forest Game
Wednesday, July 17, 2019

"Augh!" Lauren groans a bit while testing the ropes, "Damn, Janie, that's tight but awesome."

Lauren Patterson Krzyczynski; my big sister; my hero; my fellow Miccosukee Marauder, Creek Crusader, and Seminole Samson. OK, I suspected we're Miccosukee, but I only proved it just a few months ago in January 2025. The Creek part blindsided me, though, because Mom does not look like a person who's half native. At least not compared to our father's family, me, Lauren, or our brother. Yes, I love that native identity, and my sisters-in-law taught me to harness it humbly and to be happy with how God made me, whether it's my Native, Irish, and Spanish blood, my Catholic faith and devotions, or even my borderline personality. Before me stood the anchor of my life from when I was born to when I got married. I love you, Lauren Patterson Krzyczynski.

Lauren squats and twists her arms to test the ropes some more, but her wrists and elbows are too tightly bound together behind her back with the red rope. One noticeable difference among us is that Lauren prefers to put it in a classic top bun after braiding it, so her braid starts higher than mine. Oh, the stories we could tell, but right now let's look at the red rope—my red rope—that's holding her prisoner. The same rope binds her legs together at her ankles, knees, and lower and upper thighs. She has a strong breast harness, too.

"I have to be in my underwear for this?" she asks me playfully, "I like this game already."

Yes, Lauren is in her underwear, a bright blue sports bra and black briefs. She is wearing bright blue crew socks and black canvas sneakers with a bright blue bandana headband. This calls back to her former outfit, which featured those colors. Her softball catcher thighs make mine look like nothing even though I was always her backup. but I have a six pack, unmistakable deltoids, and a general muscle size that can't be missed. When relaxed, we look tall, strong, and feminine, as we prefer. We have a most girly trait, too: the love of being bound and gagged for sex. I digress.

Stature, an Indian skin tone, jet black hair, chocolate brown eyes… put us in identical outfits, and only Lauren's softball catching scar will tell us apart. We've exploited this so many times, once I even filled in for Lauren at work when she was sick as an 18 year old even though I was just 14 and supposed to have the day off (I was old enough to work in Florida)! I put on her clothes and bagged groceries for 4 hours, and no one noticed. That was so much fun, though.

"Are you sure about this?" Lauren's question is teasing while she's crouching and struggling.
"Yes, sis," I crouch beside her and head butt her in the chest, knocking her down onto her back.
"Whoa, there, Janie!" she cackles but I plant a kiss on her forehead, a sisterly, kindly kiss.

Our respective husbands had laughed as they left us here for some girl time together. Lauren and I were almost like best friends on top of sisters. We'd been through it all together. Well, Lauren had witnessed it all. She saw me grow to be 6'1" compared to her 5'11". She saw me become a softball star as shortstop and slugger in addition to being her backup catcher. She suffered when I was g-ngb-nged by a bunch of frat boys during my senior year of college. She saw it all when young Janie, who was very proud of her Native hair, was punished one day by that f-cking b-tch mother of ours, who grabbed me by the braid, grabbed scissors, and chopped my hair right down to shoulder length right there in the living room! All because of a shoving match! I'm sorry for that outburst there. I only mention these things because they affect what you are about to reD.

We're so alike but so different. Lauren loves to walk in a room only to be nabbed by her husband and bound and gagged for rough kidnapping style bondage sex. It's her favorite game and called "consensual non-consensual," or CNC for short. I can't do it because my consent was violated so many times by our mother and finally by those frat boys. She suffered beside me, cried with me, and comforted me. I owe her so much, and eventually I will tell the story where she and I played this Forest Game with my in-laws, Eva and Caleigh Rondell, in a controlled, mature manner that led to something meaningful with our husbands afterwards. Today, however, is about us and my sisters-in-law, to whom Lauren passed the torch of being the trusted women of my life.

I was bound just like Lauren, arms roughly tied behind my back at the wrist and elbows and legs tied together at my ankles and thighs. My socks were pink; my sneakers were purple; my briefs were pink; my sports bra was pink; my bandana headband was purple; and a pair of purple and pink scrunchies held my hair in the butt-length braid I cherished so much. The hair I'd refused to even trim since that fateful, traumatic day, the day that ruined my childhood for good, the day I first began to realize that our mother… wished she had aborted me instead of giving me life. I was bound with clothesline, however, and grinning at the sister who absolutely adores me.

"Janie, am I missing anything?" I hear the voice of Eva, Evangeline Rondell, my best friend.
"If only you knew," I shake my head and giggle, "Look at Lauren. She needs help."
"Too bad," Eva responds, bound and similarly humiliated like me and Lauren, "I can't help her."

God sent Eva and I to be in each other's life, no doubt. He knew I'd be a good wife for their (I'm including Caleigh) older brother and a good friend to them. Eva has a military tough attitude that is a source of joy to all who know her. She hops over and squats beside me, brightly smiling in a mischievous manner. She nuzzles me despite her present bondage, and then roughly head butts me to dump me on the ground next to Lauren.

"Take that, Miccosukee Marauder," she knows better than Lauren how to make me smile.
"Can we get this game going?" Caleigh asks us, holding two yardsticks to smack us as she likes.
"I love these girls, especially you, Janie," Lauren smiles.

Eva had only her dark brown sports bra and panties, classic panties, with beige knee socks, beige cowboy boots, and a beige bandana headband. Her hair was in a braid starting higher than mine and held with a dark brown scrunchie. Gone were her hearing aids, putting her at a disadvantage compared to me and Lauren. Her wrists, elbows, ankles, and thighs were bound in pink rope.

"Damn, Janie, you tied me up tight," Lauren groans while Caleigh helps her to stand up.
"It's only going to get worse from here," Caleigh says with feigned sadistic pleasure.
"Is it that bad?" I wink at her while Eva hops around like a jovial rabbit.

Caleigh finally rounds us all off with harnesses and waist-and-crotch ropes because this time we are playing the adult version of The Forest Game. We're all bound with the ropes that match our respective pre-existing bonds, and we each receive one of my husband's ball gags. Eva gets the green head harness ball gag; Lauren gets the red ball gag; I get the yellow one. Eva and Lauren have the 2 inch gags; I have the 2.5 inch gag. Big Yellow is no joke, but neither are Mean Green and… I forget the red ball gag's name. Let's call it Tough Red. Caleigh pulls the straps tight.

The Forest Game is simple. We get five minutes to hop into the forest and hide. Caleigh gets at least 3 minutes person (in this case, we chose 10 minutes) to find all three of us in the big fenced forest behind my in-law's home. Anybody found before the time runs out remains captive for as long as we're all having fun; any survivors get freed and become Caleigh's captors and the other losers' captors as well. There are reasons to survive to the end!

"All right, my little rabbits," Caleigh uses the yardsticks as prods ro move us along, ironically as the shortest person present, "Hop to the edge of the forest. Janie and Lauren," she pokes us both in the belly, "If you lose with dignity, you'll find yourselves being handed over to your husbands, or," she pauses with a twitch, the thought of handing us over for a happy sexual encounter being a bit arousing to her in her own way, "You will endure like Eva will have to endure. I said to get hopping! Get a f-cking move on things, now!" her inner dominatrix has awakened now.

I look at Lauren and see that athletic focus she and I can channel so well. Creek… Seminole… Miccosukee… the jet black hair and dark brown eyes and darker skin make us stand out, while a blonde haired blue eyed girl suffers a similar fate to us at the hands of her blonde haired and blue eyed older sister. My sister and I are proud of our origins, and so are they, but here we celebrate our humanity, the things that make us the people we are. Externals are for loving teasing. I talk too much. You'll see what kinds of crazy things are about to happen to us soon.

"Five minutes. On your mark. Get set. Go! See you in Caleigh's Bondageland soon!"

And the rabbits are off!

Now, all's fair in love and war, but when you're as big and strong as I am, you're going to end up sabotaged, targeted, or winning. Lauren loves me; I love Lauren; Eva loves me; I love Eva. This is the problem: two of them against one of me. Being the "Gentle Giant" only goes so far for me in games, and here it's my undoing. As soon as we're out of Caleigh's sight range, Lauren head butts me so I fall backwards onto the forest floor, a loud, frustrated groan emanating from me.

That's it. I'm finished. The Miccosukee Marauder is on the floor, groaning and squirming in her distress, because she cannot use her arms too effectively to get herself off the forest floor. Here I am, in my underwear, bound and gagged, and rolling in the dirt. Just great. Lauren hops away in that manner which only big sisters can, her cheerful tone saying, "It's because I love you, Janie."

"Mmmmm!" I loudly respond to my situation, and soon I feel the swat of a yardstick on my butt.
"My beautiful captive native princess," I hear my sister-in-law say to me, and she helps me up.
"Mmmm?" with a quizzical look, I stare in Caleigh's affectionate eyes.
"Go back to the house," she grins and swats my butt once again, "Move it! NOW!"

How can someone use yardsticks, wooden spoons, and metal rulers, in such a loving manner, to spank butts and whack feet? She never leaves a bruise, yet both she and her captive end up with a full experience when she's done dishing out her punishments. Sadism and affection are strange bedfellows, yet they all seamlessly blend in Caleigh's domination of her sister, sister-in-law, and friends. Maybe Caleigh doesn't wear bandanas, but she's a paragon of CGC virtue.

I hop back to the house, and I plop myself on the grass and lie down on the ground, looking up to the sky where I see the birds flying. They're free, unlike me. They're not bound and gagged and like me, now awaiting to find out whether my sister or one of my sisters-in-law will get to torque me up in more ropes, likely leading to a fun adventure of orgasms, spankings, ticklings, and even bondage sex, if Ken comes home while I'm still tied up! That could all be nice and fun.

I was taken by drunken frat boys. That wasn't bondage, but it was a violent violation of consent. They punched me out cold and drugged me, but the roofies were meant for victims 5 to 12 inches shorter than I am. In other words, I remained conscious but lifeless throughout most of it. There are no words that can emotionally describe it; it doesn't deserve physical description. That night, I was just a squaw in their eyes. Here, when I'm called a squaw, it's in a context that turns cruel stereotypes into a badge of affection. Just like when Mom cut my hair off while Lauren watched, I was hated by those frat boys that horrible night. That's why I can't do CNC like Lauren can.

The truth is that Lauren was also traumatized when Mom did that. She began wearing braids and buns in particular to appear disinterested in her hair so that Mom wouldn't chop her hair as a way to torture her like she watched me get tortured by someone who was supposed to cherish me. In her love, Lauren became the guardian of my life that day even though she was only 10 years old, and it began a precious relationship that is greater than gold.

I could picture Lauren and Eva hopping around the forest. I can remember Lauren's reactions to it all. When Mom chopped my hair off. When I personally told her what the frat boys had done to me. When I came home from the psychiatric center. When we vacationed last month with our friends and tried to engage in fantasies we once shared but I no longer could handle. I see Eva a week before that, discovering that, despite her military tough reputation, she liked being captured with physically intense captivity and intense physical torture, especially at Caleigh's hands. This was my life now, but the trauma is seared into my mind so badly I can remember it all as if Mom had chopped my hair yesterday, not 15 years ago.

Perhaps, embracing the Roman Catholicism our mother had rejected and to which our father had grown cold was my true rebellion. Both sides of the family were Catholic, and in time I also felt a yearning towards it. Perhaps I was native in blood and appearance, but I was strong in spirit. I wasn't strong enough alone, and the night I tried to garrote myself was the night I realized that it was impossible to go through life alone. I jumped into my relationship with my now husband in a renewed spirit, and since then I have been learning to truly love Lauren, who joined me on my rebellious journey into faith and found her own strength and joy in it too.

"Gmmmmmm!" I hear the sound of Eva groaning, and I look up to her hopping back.

Eva never looks rejected. Well, she rarely does. She looked rejected the day she revealed that it wasn't her volleyball injury that resulted in her military rejection; it was her deafness. Eva was a star volleyball player, recruited by many D-I schools, but a violent rupture of knee tendons when she was a senior ended her dream. She went from constantly talking to recruiters to all the lines going silent. She lost that dream, and then she lost the military dream. Now, she was a common paramedic because she was still determined to have a career in which she could help others even if she couldn't fulfill her dream of being a nurse in the U.S. Army.

With a look of mischief on her face, Eva kneels down on the ground beside me. Maybe she's so deaf she needs hearing aids—and going to worsen until she's someday 100% deaf—but she can't be defeated. Indeed, whenever Caleigh and she are talking, there's a chance that sign language is in use and that they're not physically talking. She looks so beautiful in her military colors, and it remains alive in her personality and way of life even if the military is not her career. She's now a source of shade, contorted so that she's looking down right at me and drooling on my chest.

"Wuh hahhen hoo oo?" she how I got captured, and I smile while recalling Lauren's treachery.
"Aureh umpt ee!" I respond through Big Yellow, drooling a lot through the ball gag.
"That'th wha hahhen hoo ee!" she looks at me and then sits on my stomach, "Wha a h-tch!"

Somehow, the combination of a sports bra for athleticism, the panties, knee socks, and braid for femininity, the cowboy boots for toughness, and the bandana headband for mixed femininity and toughness… it all made her so beautifully Eva. The head harness with the green ball gag and the black straps made her look like a true captive of the type she enjoyed. She was happy despite all her crushed hopes and dreams. She loved me and saw me as a survivor, and she looked up to me for some strange reason that I felt I hardly deserved. But she did it despite my protests. I cannot thank her enough for believing in me and finding ways to convince me that I could be the person Lauren always believed I could be. I know Lauren's even more grateful for that.

Sitting on my stomach and making sure all her drool goes on me? That's Eva in a nutshell. She is irreverent, yet she's quietly true to her own deeply held Lutheran beliefs. She's profane yet is as fragile as a flower. She'll suspend you upside down in bondage, yet she'll make your favorite desserts without even asking. She does it all because she loves you. She loves me like this, and I know she loves Caleigh like this too. We're all blessed by each other.

"Move you, you f-cking Miccosukee Marauder!" I hear Caleigh, followed by WHACK!
"Yow! GMMMMMM!" Lauren is hopping towards us in total defeat; Caleigh has won again.
"B-tch, go faster before I suspend you from a tree branch!" Caleigh snarls. WHACK!

Caleigh seems profane, but this is part of her dominant persona. It's strange because she hates to swear normally, but in this role she's a total potty mouth. It's actually really funny, and it is part of her dominant side. She gets a kick out of Lauren's clueless resistance to the WHACK! of the yardstick, but Lauren loves it even if she doesn't fully understand it yet.

Now, Eva is hilariously fondling me while sitting on me and continuing to drool on me because I am still lying on my back in the grass. When you think about it, it's classic Eva to do such things to people, and she's big and strong enough to get away with it, too. I give a few playful yanks on my crotch rope to stimulate myself. In a few moments, Lauren is sitting next to Eva and me.

"Get up!" Caleigh pokes Eva in the chest with a yardstick, "I said up! Move it, b-tch!"
"Gmmmmmmm!" Eva protests and instead rolls backwards onto the ground.
"I warned you," the dominatrix grabs Eva by the harness and braid and hauls her off the ground.
"Gmmmmm!" the captive responds, but she's about to be punished for her defiance.
"Your first phase will be a f-cking nightmare, my beloved little sister," Caleigh sneers at Eva.

Punishment Phase 1: Tightening

The dominatrix Caleigh Rondell slightly—only slightly—loosens the straps of the head harness, enough to use a brown bandana to blindfold Eva. The bandana is knotted with dominance, and the straps of the harness are pulled tight with seeming fury. Caleigh proceeds to check each rope on Eva's torso—wrists, elbows, harness, and waist-and-crotch—and to tighten them.

To an outsider, it looks like cruelty. To Eva, it's the only happy hell on earth, which means it's no hell but rather a heaven. Or not. Maybe it's just the game she loves most being played to test her endurance. With a playful shove, she falls back to the ground, and then it's my turn. I screech to amplify the drama when she grabs me by the braid to haul me up to standing, and she checks and reknots each torso rope. I am then pushed down on top of Eva, knowing this is only a beginning. Caleigh does the same rope check on Lauren, and then my sister and I are blindfolded. Lauren is blindfolded with a red bandana to match her ropes, and I am blindfolded with a beige bandana to match the beige clothesline that binds me.

Punishment Phase 2: Tethering

Now, blindfolded, our ropes secured, and gagged, Caleigh rolls us onto our stomachs and lays us around a wide 20 foot-long pipe that my husband had, somehow, years ago, driven deep into the soil here. How much was hidden, only he knew. Our ankles are tethered to the pipe in order to provide a primary restraint. Lauren's bun is undone to reveal a long braid of gorgeous jet black hair. Matching rope runs from our braids to the pipe, pulling our faces off the ground. It is an ingenious trick on Caleigh's part, and I can tell from the groans that Eva loves it. I do, too.

Lauren, on the other hand, accepts it, but she hates it. The trauma of what happened to me years ago became such that Lauren views her hair as untouchable, to some extent. It's horrible to think that she is scarred by what happened to me. Thankfully, she calms down and settles into playful angry resistance against the intense bondage. However, there's more than meets the eye.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Caleigh can now freely spank us, too.

I attempt to scrunch backwards towards the pole to relieve some of the pull on my braid, but my butt goes into the hair, again increasing the distance and continuing the pull on my braid. Seeing this, Caleigh attaches a rope to my crotch rope and runs it to a notch somewhere out of my reach so that gravity now works against me. Based on the groans I hear around me, this same fate soon faces my sister and my sister-in-law. Dare I say… this is exciting me!

"Gmmmmmmmm!" I enjoy myself too much, apparently, and Caleigh does not miss this.
"How dare you take pleasure in your punishment!" WHACK! WHACK! on my butt.
"GMMMMMMM!" that, as you can imagine, makes me yell loudly, because metal rulers hurt!
"I never said you were permitted to do that," she pulls me up by the braid just momentarily.
"Gmmmm!" yet she never once dares do anything that will harm us even if it causes pain.

Punishment Phase 3: Spanking

Then the wooden paddle comes out.
SMACK! SMACK! "Ukkkkkk!" I groan in response.
SMACK! SMACK! "Auugggh!" Eva struggles and squirms.
SMACK! SMACK! "Guhhhhh!" Lauren sounds more frustrated.

SMACK! repeated 22 times would be birthday spanks and "one to grow on" for Eva and me, but Caleigh is more than thorough. She dishes out pain but doesn't wish to bruise. That is why she switches from person to person for only 30 SMACK! This phase of punishment interests me and Lauren the least of all of them so far, though.

Punishment Phase 4: Exposing

Now this is the fun part: exposure. It's fun being exposed by anyone, but I must say that I have a top-5 list of bust exposers, in order, with getting into specifics: (1) my old college roommate, one who was ironically bisexual like Caleigh, (2) my sister, my current fellow captive and absolutely one of my favorite human beings, fellow Miccosukee Marauder and Seminole Samson, (3) some blonde girl who is currently my captor, (4) the blonde who is my captor's younger sister and my current fellow captive, and (5) my beloved husband, who happens to be the older brother to both of the two blondes. That's my list, and I'm sticking to it. Your mileage may vary.

"Nice tits, Mrs. Rondell," Caleigh taunts me as she bares my breasts, simply pulling up my bra.
"Gmmmph!" I ham it up, acting like I'm not actually loving this form of escalation.
"Those are such nice booooobbbbbbiiieeess, my dear," she playfully hisses, and I squirm.
"Hmmmph!" I yell at her, but I'm loving every second of this.

Now, Eva and Lauren have different reactions. Lauren, the aficionado of CNC, those brutal sex games that are only for consenting sexual partners (and I will not get into my traditional Roman Catholic opinions out of this), unsurprisingly, loves it, but she plays along so well with the scene. Eva, a girl who has fantasies of CNC games, also hams it up with delightful reactions. I hate that I admit that I am well aware that Eva one day would play CNC games with a guy who strung her along for years only to admit he liked the sex games and wouldn't marry a deaf woman.

"Ho h-ck oorhell!" Lauren snarls, getting semi-intelligible words in there, "AUGGH!"
"Oh, Mrs. Krzyczynski, I love these big, firm boooobbiiieess," Caleigh is clearfully fondling her.
"GMMMM!" Lauren brings such intense energy to sexually charged games that it's contagious.
"Good morning, Miss Rondell," Caleigh taunts Eva, "Don't mind me enjoying your body."
"Oor a thyhotih otherh-cker!" Eva responds with a verve that makes these games a pleasure.
"B-cups, sweetie," the captor comments dryly on Eva's bust, "but nice ones for squeezing."

Punishment Phase 5: Adjusting and Gagging

Caleigh has a multi-pronged desire to adjust our bonds and to get us in bare feet. She has 4 good reasons for this: (1) she wants to use the metal ruler to whack our bare soles, something that Eva loves and which I know will put Lauren over the moon, (2) she loves toe ties, (3) she can tickle our bare feet, and (4) she can use our socks to gag us. We all like points (2), (3), and (4).

The first step is undoing the tether rope. She unknots my shoelaces and removes my sneakers, a good start. The next step is removing my socks. Twine, probably white twine, binds my big toes together, and she instead hogties me from my ankles to my elbows. The tether instead runs from my knees to the pole but with the same short slack between my knees and the pole. She repeats the deed on Eva and Lauren, with each of us responding with our own squirming and squealing. We're now all hogtied, toe tied, and barefoot, and we're right where she wants us.

It's nice to have relief on my braid, my pride and joy. My braid is precious to me, and I know it is true of Lauren, too. For Eva, the braid is an outward expression of her femininity. She has an unusual love of her female side. I thought I was overtly feminine just because I wanted to have a big family, but she's so girly despite that military side.

Alas, the mental aside comes to an end as Caleigh unbuckles the gag in my mouth, pulls out the ball gag, and stuffs two rancid, sweaty socks in my mouth: one is Eva's, and one is Lauren's. A beige bandana cleave gag follows. So gross but so delicious. She repeats this method on Lauren but with one of my socks and one of Eva's with the cleave gag being a red bandana. Eva gets my other sock and Lauren's other sock and a pink bandana cleave gag. Perfect customization! Gone are the ball gags, and in are the sock gags. Are you having fun yet? The four of us sure are!

Punishment Phase 6: Clamping

Nipple clamps are a bondage toy. The only bondage toys we use around here are gags. Nope! A pair of binder clips, wrapped in black electrical tape for padding, works fairly well for this, and it brings a pleasurable jolt of pain. Oh, come on! I don't hate pain. I'm just not in love with it like Eva is, but I enjoy it in my own way. It's just that 30 spanks are enough for me; Eva wants 60 or 90 so she can't sit down afterwards but wants them gentle enough and spaced out so she doesn't get bruises from it. Binder clips? BRING. THEM. ON.

"OWWWWWW!" I howl into the socks in my mouth, but man do I love that jolt of pain.
"Not such a tough Miccosukee Marauder now, are you, Gangsta Jock? Pathetic!"
"GMMMMM!" Lauren snarls, and I can imagine the look on her face if we weren't blindfolded.
"For a woman who went through natural childbirth, you don't seem so tough."
"AUGGGGGHHH!" Eva more dramatically reacts because the pinch affects her more.
"You thought you were Army strong? You've got a long way to go, b-tch."

Punishment Phase 7: Orgasming

I'm so glad God gave me a vagina—Eva Rondell… probably…

With us so perfectly set up for this, Caleigh began pulling on our waist-and-crotch ropes without any sense of regularity. You can imagine where this goes. Now, I don't like to get into details of the physical effects. Lauren and I are more of stretchers with little arching. What we love more is the humiliation of something so personal being weaponized against us. Eva loves everything about it, including all the physical details I'm skipping here. The rush of hormones is amazing. Now, add in jolts of pain from Caleigh twisting the binder clips, and we're in orgasm heaven.

It's a topic about which I am not comfortable talking further, but orgasming is blended with…

Punishment Phase 8: Whacking

WHACK! WHACK! goes the metal ruler, delightfully torturing the soles of my feet.
WHACK! WHACK! Eva receives her delight.
WHACK! WHACK! and Lauren as well.

Pain shoots through our soles, but this is not done alone. Caleigh continues to irregularly jerk on the crotch ropes, to pull our braids, and to twist and tweak the binder clips. Maybe it's cruel for some folks, but for us it's like a form of athletic challenge, especially because we are tortured by the unceasing flavors of the socks in our mouths. With bared breasts, we're effectively in just our panties, and Caleigh is making us soak those as well. Everything is a weapon in her book. It all goes like this…

TWIST! the binder clips. "OWWWWW! YANK YANK YANK! on the crotch rope. "Gmmmmmmm!" to orgasm. WHACK! WHACK! on our soles. "Uggggghhhh!"

I end this story here because something amazing is about to happen: mine and Lauren's husbands have arrived. We're about to be removed from the poles and taken aside for love. I won't write about that; it's a hard limit. Excuse us while we go make babies.

Thanks for reading!

THE END

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[Caesar73]

Lovely Game! Hopping through the Woods? Always a good Idea! I imagined the Scenery before my inner Eye @AlexUSA3 !!

[LunaDog]

Lovely Game! Hopping through the Woods? Always a good Idea! I imagined the Scenery before my inner Eye @AlexUSA3 !!

Agreed! An interesting picture to imagine indeed!

[AlexUSA3]

Lovely Game! Hopping through the Woods? Always a good Idea! I imagined the Scenery before my inner Eye!!

Lovely Game! Hopping through the Woods? Always a good Idea! I imagined the Scenery before my inner Eye @AlexUSA3 !!

Agreed! An interesting picture to imagine indeed!

I thought the image of girls hopping through the forest with their socks, shoes, and underwear while slobbering everywhere would make quite the striking, fun image!

[hafnermg]

Excellent game!!