Xavier sat by a tree in the middle of the forest, watching as Celia introduced a game she use to play as a child to Jonas...
Hop scotch, she called it and apparently the stupid game was played with tiny stones. She had drawn boxes with sticks on the little patch of dirt she found that wasn't over taken by grass and had written sequenced numbers in each box.
"You have to throw it in the correct box or you're out and if you do throw it in the correct box and your feet touches the lines when you jump in, you're out too. Let me show you."
Xavier sat up properly in order to watch, even though the only thing he was interested in was throwing his rock hard c*ck in her tight, welco-
"You're supposed to hop with one foot as well..." Celia spoke, interupting his thoughts. "But since you're so sm
