” It was the beginning of September and the book was starting on a four-part lesson on Philippians. “Let me check my tablet. Dad did a lesson on P...ilippians that I always liked. It may mesh with the study book or give us plenty to flesh it out if we need it.” I found the lesson that Dad had given. He had given me a copy after he gave it to our high school class.We studied both over the week and enjoyed preparing it together. The next Sunday, we went into the class. There were a few gasps. Her hands were soft and warm, and again like trying to see what it was made of, she ran her fingers from the tip to the base. I stepped even closer. "Kiss it, go ahead, don't be afraid, it's OK". She leaned forward and pressed her lips to the underside of my cock, just below the knob. One kiss, then a second against the fleshiness of the knob. She was learning fast. "Lick it, sweetheart". Her small tongue drew a line from base to slit. Then circled the head, she looked up at me. I smiled. . She was only in her salwar, as she had already taken off her kameez and bra. She resisted, but i didn’t stop. The devil had overcome my mind and my cock was restless. I turned her around and started kissing her face, neck, and her lips. She tried to get away, but in vein. Soon she gave up and cooperated, as she knew she couldn’t do anything. I sucked on her melons, they were firm, unlike a lady of her age. I went from one breast to another, and she gasped.. I took off my t-shirt. We went into. "I'm sorry," the voice returned, "you must have the wrong number there isn't any Kim here." Oh, I'm sorry," I responded, "this is the number she gave me. Well, thank you anyway."I was in the process of hanging up when I heard a tiny voice quickly asked, "Would you mind telling me you name?"I put the receiver back to my ear, "Jimmy." I answered."Jimmy ... Hmmm ... no other names?" The voice asked.I thought about that a second and then I responded, "Sir Galahad."Both of my girls giggled."Hang.