Mikeyank and I were posting on another thread, but here's what we said earlier in the week about Kev and Quinn before the second installment, when Quinnie DID get out of his kit...
Raise a chilled can of healthful, electrolyte-filled sports drink to Doctor Quinn. He's in the top echelon of believable pornie medicos. These include in-house Dr. Phingerphuck (except when he very suddenly bellows Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Shoot That Load!), erstwhile hottie Rimmerman (he was terrific), and officious and efficient ex-futonite Toppinbottom. Quinn has an excellent bedside manner, looks like he could actually put a bandaid on successfully and promises some scrawny tanned eyecandy if the script ever calls for nudity on the medico's part. And he's sexy: Kevin loved the best blow job, bar none, in
College Boy Physicals history: to see the tumescence progression from tiny (It's really cold in these doctors' offices) to throbbing, and for Quinn to suck Kevin right up to the point of his losing the initial spurt of pre-seminal alcaline fluid on the doctor's very lips (thanks to Quinn's profoundly researched clinical knowledge:
Quinn et al, Nerve Endings in the Glans Penis, Faculty of Medicine, University of Ottawa Press, 2007) was excellently hot. I loved Kevin, but Quinn is just as great a find.
