A symphony of shattering glass followed as beautiful pieces of glass art work fell and met their demise against the cold wooden floor. XXNX To be continued?? “Challenge me will you?” he growled deeply and began the turn. He sang of lush green trees, the smell of damp earth, and the pride that their used to be in being a fox. He heard something leathery hit the floor. Giving up on sleep he began to sing softly to himself. From his mid arm to finger tips his fur was a dark brown. Want to see if people really want to continue to read the story. His father smiled to himself, still holding his son down he managed to wiggle his pants loose, his cock had already begun to grow hard.
