My cock was starting to leak a lot of pre-cum by now and my wife was taking full advantage of it, working it all over and around the head of my cock. ...When I finally looked down at what she was doing,my cock was all shiny and glistening with my runny juices. She was milking me like an expert(I have know idea how I kept a straight face) and I honestly thought I was going to spray my load! But she knew how close I was getting and calmly just pinched the head of my cock between her finger and thumb. But now I’ve realized that the reason Jane never wants to eat extravagantly with me is because I can’t even cook a basic vanilla meal that’s up to her standards. Sure, we have amazing sex almost every day and enjoy a lavish lifestyle. We still have chats that run late into the night sometimes. I cannot fathom my life without Jane. But I don’t know how to get past this. What should I do?Sincerely,Gabe*Dearest Gabe,Ah, men and their culinary insecurity - a problem with an understandable root in. ’ Once again I thought about a different word than ass, but Ellen apparently wanted me to be straight forward. ‘So you do get it all then?’ ‘I try, but there is always something left. I think you have to use wax to get it all, and I am in no way doing that.’ I explained as Ellen grimaced when I said the word wax. She asked me a few more questions about what type of razor and shaving gel I use and whether I put anything on after that. Then I dropped a bomb on her and said, ‘I use all the same. I removed the pillows under my head and handed them to him. He went in to the bathroom and got two more large bath towels, and placed them over the pillows after I raised my ass high in the air for him to place them. He had them too far toward my head, so I had him move them closer to my legs. I had read that having sex in this position helps to insure pregnancy. I hoped that was true. We had rested about 3 hours and he was hard as nails while he was playing with me, and dripping again. So I.