My whole body was moving and vibrating to the beat. My short yellow dress had ridden up around my splayed legs and was displaying my lacy pink thong. ...y breasts were bouncing around and showing of the bra that matched my panties. The long hair that hung around my shoulders was making me hot but I was having too much fun dancing in the club to notice it. There was a body behind me, hips grinding up against my ass. I wiggled my butt pushing against the person behind me. I turned and intended to. He was at a meeting I had to attend while I was in UgandaWe talked 30 minutes about a lot of things before I could direct the conversation to the abandoned mine. One of the things that held the conversation was he knew several of my Embassy employees in Brasilia. He was a frequent visitor there.“The property you have near Polokwane - what are you going to do with it?” I asked.“Nothing. It is worthless for our mining business; every square mile had been tested for minerals and any deposits that. ."... my sobbing went on as a new torrent of tears flooded my face.He pressed me close to him, finally I let go, I needed a shoulder to cry on... and it was here for me... "... I'll never hate you mom... I could never do such a thing..."Then I was in his arms, and he in mine. Mother and son consoling eachother.I had calmed myself. We were still in Tim's bed, his arm still around my shoulders, pressing me against him. I still had my head on his shoulder, but when parting a little from him, I saw. After their performances, invariably five or six different breathless girls, wearing heavy lipstick and eyeliner still in their damp leotards and tights would throw their arms around me in exhiliration, pressing their lithe bodies against mine. At the end of those days I would often have to pull the car over before I got home to rub one out while thinking about peeling the tights off of Sarah, Lilly, Miriah, or Sylvie. I should mention my tights and pantyhose fetish. Almost as long as I can.