The sailors called the place "Shit Street." From live sex shows to topless and bottomless dancers to more transvestites than San Francisco, if you wan...ed it you could get it on Shit Street.We walked into a dark bar, a block off Hotel Street. The place was almost empty. Decorated to attract upper class clientele in the 1940s, today it attracted the other end of the social class. We were looking for girls of easy virtue. They hung out in places like this.It was still early, the sun was still. Serena, meanwhile, rolled gracefully off the chair and assumed a downward dog position on the floor, pushing her naked rump in the air toward Ella. Grinning, Ella took a step forward, smacked Serena loudly on the ass, then proceeded to give her a good hard fucking. Serena fell down onto her elbows, then her hands and knees, and finally all the way onto the floor as Ella slammed into her.There may have been a little something extra behind Ella’s treatment of Serena. They were of a similar type,. " And then she kissed her gently.Gabrielle then walked behind the girl and proceeded into the cabin, pausing at the entrance and beckoning her with some unspoken thoughts to follow. The girl looked at me and blushed again. And then quickly followed her female wood nymph inside.The lantern was not a good one and so the light it gave off was not enough to bother our eyes. Nor was it quite good enough to reveal the inhuman skin of our forms. But then again, we were wood nymphs now. Perhaps that is. In 10 minutes there was a knock and I opened the door and it was him.My sister was in the wash room he settled on the sofa and I informed my sister that was there and I my sister walked out in a sexy night dress and settled on the bed and I asked the guy to go ahead while I positioned my self on the sofa so that I can have a best view.Ashe reached the bed he touched my sister on her cheeks and kissed her softly on her lips and soon they were in a real lip lock and his hands were all over her.