Lets start at... the beginning.
So... Ms. Prude went in for her interview and in comes Mr. Cute Boy and sits right next to me, straight out of PE.
(I almost died of course!)
Ok... lets skip to the good part.
Half way through my donation Mr. Cute Boy is seated in front of me. (Can anyone say V-Tach?)
His donation is complete and he is asked how he feels.
I don't remember his exact words but he had that glazed over look in his eyes and I nearly died. All I could think of doing was pulling that straw, I mean needle, out of my arm and hugging him (and then some) and telling him how much I loved him.
He eventually came out of it and was gone in a matter of minutes.
I'm not sure if it was a nuturing, almost mothering instinct in me or not.
It could have just been the fact that he was Mr. Cute Boy and I've loved him ever since Ms. Appeal first mentioned him.
I don't know. All I know is I want Mr. Cute Boy and I want him now. =/
Moving on....
What else is new?
Oh!
Yeah, Ms. Bitch and I discovered that nothing cures a sore mouth like some of Mr. M.'s cum.
I guess they call me a slut, make that cum-slut, for a reason.
After the recent donation, he was inches away from me for over 5 minutes.
How did he not get molested?
I was too enthralled by my run in with Mr. Cute Boy to care.
