Friar Anselm had always had an interest in administering corporal punishment to those who deserved it. He had spent time as a missionary in Africa and... Australia and had enjoyed using corporal punishment on those whom he deemed deserved it. The Friar didn't discriminate,he applied corporal punishment to both male and female offenders.There were times when the chastisement had to be performed on the wrongdoers bare bottom,the Friar enjoyed those times,he enjoyed gazing upon the naked posterior of. Her muscles were contracting to release and tightening again and again.Waves of pleasure surged through her. Her pussy tightened around his cock, trying to milk the cum from his balls, up through that magnificent shaft, and to shoot into her waiting womb. Then she felt his cock start to jerk and throb. Stream after stream of his hot cum bathing her cervix with sperm. Angelica was taking his cum and relishing in it. She wanted it all.They floated on a cloud of sex that the two of them had made.. His skin was naturally dark, not tanned by the sun and his raven black hair grew past his shoulders, neatly tied lose to the base of his skull. But what brought attention to him was not his looks nor his voice, though they alone could swoon any young woman. It was the fact that he had wings. White, soft and perfectly formed, Angel’s wings stood out over everything else he had. They looked delicate and fragile but they were large and could easily support him and another body through the air. Mum smiled and told me to stroke it like she had done and see if the feelings were the same as she had given me. I nervously began stroking my cock and although it felt good it just did not feel as good as when mum had done it and I told her so. She kissed my forehead as she said you will find much of the sexual act feels better when there are two of you doing it. We seemed to drift off to sleep still naked side by side; and in the morning we kissed as mother and son should before I disappeared.