. until now. Marcie now just couldn't get her mind (and eyes) off of Rachael's vaginal area as she suddenly had wild vivid fantasies of what she would...like to do to that rather neglected cunt with her mouth and tongue.Rachael too was similarly distracted this afternoon. Marcie was wearing one of her oldest and most worn out white tank tops that barely covered her soft and pure white breasts at all. Her nipples poked out about a full inch and the darkness of her areolas around them was plainly. Crap. Nothing to do. Sandy wouldn't have this problem, no, not her. Everyone liked her. What's not to like about a blonde ex-cheerleader, slim, not an extra ounce on her smooth gentle curves?It's not as though she wasn't nice to me. She was. So were the guys. After all, when you're after a hot girl it pays to get on the right side of her roommate, right? Funny thing, though, once they were on Sandy's radar I seemed to drop off theirs. Why is it that people think curvy girls are only good for. The kind who does medical tattoos like putting fake nipples on mastectomy patients or applying permanent makeup." Frankly, Alex had never heard of such a thing before. At least that would mean they were more careful about possible infections, but still, the basic risks to everyone remained."Look, my reaction may have been harsh, but I wanted it stopped immediately since it puts each of you at risk," he said, studying their stricken faces. "One of my first priorities is protecting all of you,. I have one of those dark complexions which will tan at the merest sight of the sun but the skin was pale where my bikini had covered me, showing off my almost black aureoles and prominent nipples. My deep blue eyes sparkled back at me, excited about the day. I noted my chubby cheek bones and perky nose and deep brown hair, almost black when wet, I told myself, slapping my rump; "You'll do." I proceeded to get dressed and tripped downstairs to open all my birthday cards in the post.Matt and Mark.