He paused his morose musings as he caught sight of a small glint out of the corner of his bright blue eye. Squatting down, he pulled a mud-caked ring ...rom the creek muck. It looked exactly the right size for his finger. Shrugging, he began to wipe away the grime to get a better look at it. And then a most peculiar thing occurred.The ring began to glow, taking on the angry orange color he associated with molten metal--and yet it was perfectly cool to the touch. A strange iridescent mist curled. The crowd went crazy. I think some had figured out who Billy was. As he played cameras began taking pics and people were typing out texts like crazy.We then slipped into four straight dance numbers and had the dance floor pumping with a great mixture of funk and classic R & B. Then we slowed it down and I told the lovers to get out on the floor as I began the A Capella opening to Joe Cocker’s version of “I Put A Spell On You” and again let Billy have a go at the middle solo. For the first time. "Oh Daddy . . . I love when you do that, I love how my clit throbs when you suck and bite my nipples like that. " "Daddy, yes, like that, do it like that . . . I can feel myself getting wet between my legs." Forgetting everything, I closed my eyes and leaned my head back. I took a deep breath when his hand inched downward and opened my legs wider giving him full and unobstructed access to my clit and pussy."Oh, Daddy, no . . . I can't . . ." I only half-heartedly protested. With his mouth. Only to repeat it again. And again.I try to hide my arousal with my book. She tries to hide her arousal by covering her breasts -- her nipples are pressing out against the fabric of her top... clearly visible now...Finally, it seems as if I can't take it no longer."This print is so small," I whisper. Was he talking to you, or to himself? "I can barely make this out." "What's that?" She asks. "Oh, this print. It is so small. I can barely read it." I move closer to her and whispers: "Would you.