Now, Cathy, we can go two ways with this. You can cooperate, and tell us everything that we need to know, or we can play hardball. What would you like..."Jessica was in a nice, quiet room. There was a lady beside her. She was just sitting in a chair, next to the bed. Jessica knew there had been another lady there, before. There had been questions, or at least she thought so. It was all very fuzzy, still.Taking a sip from the plastic cup, Jessica felt a little better and drank the rest of the. Q. Do you still chat with them on-line?A. We have not been in contact since we last saw one another in Kenya when they were leaving.Q. Why is that?A. At home, in Zambia, my life is very busy with my wives and c***drens. I have no Inter-net there, either. I have smartphone, but it is not easy having the time to use it. Connections are not always available. It is intermittent.Q. So, all you know is that Mara is pregnant?A. Yes. I know she is pregnant.Q. It's your baby.A. (Smiles) Yes. It is MY. " I thought to myself as I sat in the the dark living room. I sat in the recliner still naked, thinking about what just transpired. "Confused?? Well I'm somewhat as well. So let me go back to where it all started."It's been many years since my wife had died from a rare heart disorder. It was just me and my daughter Christine (Christi for short). She was 9 when her mom passed, and it was pretty hard and exhausting physically and emotionally to juggle a job and to take care of a young c***d. It. I was speechless and thought about telling him to back off but his kisses were incredibly arousing. And he knew just what to do with his hands. They were all over my body. Just skimming the surface of my desire he avoided anything overtly sexual. Instead of touching my breasts his fingers grazed the curve of my belly and the outer curve of my breasts. Instead of going directly towards my pussy his touched my thighs and hips with gentle caresses.When his hands finally did go to my breasts it was.