I have, I am pleased to say. BUT! The selfish bitch never told me that she did To explain. After an evening necking red back at my place and, after many pints at the pub first, may I add, I decided to get the bint in the sack by cunningly guiding her to my master bedroom. The passion was high and I had drunk from the furry love cup for exactly 16 minutes (I always time it in my head) she was now soaking enough to receive my length of manhood. She was gagging for it and was acting like a woman who is being rooted from behind when her partner grabs her by the tits and shouts out her sisters name. The passion was so hot, that when she expoded vocally, there was no fucking chance of me de-activating my MLRS (Multiple Launch Rocket System). All felt fine and there was no inclination at that time that this women had performed an act of greatness, as once I rolled off, I was on the beach, and I do mean beach! It was only after she had gone home and I retired that I discovered what I had missed. I always stretch out during slumber to find new cooler parts and on this night, I found I was fucking treading water! Further down the matress, the Crosby RNLI had been called out. I kid you not. I never banged her again as I felt cheated as not being fore warned so I could protect the bed and get visual. Anyone else been with a squiter/gusher?