I was getting lessons and was able to get hands-on practice as well.It turns out mom was a total slut when it came to SEX. “Suck that dick “, “M...ke sure to tickle his blue balls” “You are getting wet like a whore” Out of frustration, I loudly shot out. “MOM!!!”But she had an answer ready for that as well. She walked me over to the wide bed and put her body on mine. We were kissing passionately as our tits and pussies ground together like anything. Our cunts started to grind like anything and I. Did she love him? Not quite. She loved his earnestness, and the quiet way he did every little thing without compromise. She loved the feeling of his slumbering body in bed. She loved that he got up every day with no preconceptions and laid down each night with a sense of deliberate amazement. And she loved that he was never so afraid of her that he wanted to leave. If anything, fear brought them closer. But she had to admit that something was missing.After the wedding dinner they went back to. Walking into the place it seemed very nice, rustic and artistic and modern all at once. I found the receptionist and she told me to go to room 5. I went down the hall and found the room with no problem. Typical massage room but nicely appointed. The music was modern but relaxing. I sat on the table and a few seconds later the masseur came in. He was muscular and blond. Not surfer boy type but a nice farmer boy type. Very friendly he asked what I would enjoy today. I told him I had never had. . well, my mind. I will admit that I’m getting used to hearing things in my mind rather than with my ears. I’d always assumed that if there were Spirits, they could see and hear everything that went on in the living world but somehow I haven’t learned how to turn on that latter skill.Seeing things was something I just was able to do. I didn’t have to think about it. It was just there and I rapidly figured out -- learned -- how to handle and enable it. You know, the X-Ray ability to peel things.