What the hell?So we're going along, her dominant and she begins her first culmination and all of a sudden her bladder lets go while she's spasming.
Golden showers had never been a particular thought in my head, the event certainly was a surprise, but the force, the spreading warmth, her orgasm-- I was nowhere near at the time (when I was younger I was like a marathon runner) but the whole thing made me explode almost instantly, grabbing onto her for all I was worth.
She pulled away wuickly as she could and said "Sorry, sorry.." and ran off to the bathroom to clean up.
Came back later, all embarassed as I was stripping the bed, had cleaned myself with the topsheet, and found a rubberized sheet on the matress. She explained haltingly that her second child was by caesarian, the doctor nicked her bladder, she got a horrible staph infection and lost a lot of her bladder. At times of stress or laughing she couldn't control it, had like a two ounce capacity. She was really red and embarassed. You could tell she'd gotten bad reactions to it, and stated it was difficult for her to enjoy sex because of it.
I don't think anyone wanted to know that much about you.