Britney smiled at her. "You're Kelly, right? Listen, would you find out if Mandy or Christina is around, and send them to my dressing room?" Sure thin..., Ms. Spears," Kelly said, and ran off. Britney walked to her dressing room, and shut the door behind her. She took off her clothes and threw them in a corner of the room, then she went and took a hot shower. Britney dried off, then put on fresh clothes, short shorts and a tight t-shirt that exposed a little bit of her tummy.There was a knock on. None of them had any coloring in their hair, as was obvious by the fact that the color of the hair on their heads exactly matched their untrimmed bushes.Twelve of them were dancing nude beneath the stars in a large circle, while the thirteenth, obviously their leader, stood on a large square rock in the center singing a low-pitched keening song of some sort. The song got faster and faster and the women danced frantically around the circle keeping up with the tempo of the tune. After several. “Hi!” she said with a guileless grin. “We’re your new neighbors! I’m Tracy—well, it’s Teresa, but I always go by Tracy—and my husband’s Matt.”“I’m Brad,” he said, shaking her hand. He was struck by how pretty she was, in an unpretentious way. She was small, perhaps five-foot-two, and slim, with lively movements and an impish, elfin sort of face. Her golden-brown hair was shoulder-length and looked to be undyed. Brad fell half in love with her on the spot.Tracy and Matt were in their late. He sank into her, ignoring the look of pleasure she gave him, curling downward with a slight snarl.Saffron's nipples were as hard as they'd be had she been encased in ice, yet the room was hot, filled by the southern summer wind, and dry, desert air. The steam of his breath brushed her breasts, but they did not thaw. His hot, wet tongue circled her right nipple. Brushing the tip with his nose, he flared his nostrils in another soft, nasal growl before fastening his lips tightly onto it.