.. things inside my head. They keep calling your name. At first they spoke mine, and I thought I was imagining things. When they repeated it, I though... I’d lost it, but then they switched to yours. I don’t know whether that’s good or bad, but they clearly think it’s important.”“Okay, first, those ‘things’ are your devils, though you can say ‘your addiction’ when in mixed company. Secondly,” he said, waving away something no one else could see, “how are you feeling?”“Actually, terrific. Every. Just then a couple of men walked in and Naomi was quick to intercept them as I eased Geoffrey onto a stool behind the counter. Then holding his coffee cup to his mouth I watched him take a drink before I set the cup down. "I don't understand Geoffrey," I said finally. "In your own time why don't you try and tell me what's on your mind."I watched him pick up his cup again and take another sip before putting it down heavily into the saucer. It took him several minutes but Geoffrey finally managed. It was completely habit-forming to know she was available next door to drain me of my pent-up spunk when my girl-hunting escapades were not successful on my nocturnal forays. In all honesty, it was beyond the concept of habit-forming and much closer to an addiction from which I had no inclination to be cured.I was absolutely a perfect gentleman with my other five sisters despite the fact they were all attractive in their own way. It was just that Princess and I were sort of matched to each. With a coy smile, Melissa shifted her position a little to rub her own sex up and down Jill’s pant leg. Closing her eyes as Melissa pressed harder against Jill. As she moved, Melissa heard small, desperate mewing sounds, which she realized were escaping unbidden from her throat.Feeling the nearness of an orgasm, Melissa forced herself to pause, opening her eyes to look Jill in the face. She asked hesitantly, “Is it okay if I come?” Jill’s broad smile was enough of an answer. Melissa.