"No Andy." She had a stricken look on her face. She shook her head."Relax, I am putting you to bed and then going home." I gave her a strict look to s...ow her I was serious. She relented a bit, very hesitant though. I moved behind her, pulled the zipper to the bottom and gently worked the thin little straps off her shoulders. Her hands come up to cover her breasts, which made the whole thing even sexier looking. I had to work the material over her hips, revealing the tiny black thong she was. You could tell they were on holiday from the way they were dressed. Both wore new, thin cotton beach dresses in colours and designs that would have been described as “gay” before that word was hijacked by a minority group.The two women and I had no real reason to stop and chat, but romance sensors were in operation, and just from the way I looked at them, they could tell I was looking for the same thing they were. I was, if not young free and single, then certainly the last two, and with my. .." Do you still have the thing you had when we were k**s?" I completely interrupted and changed the subject. It was a dick move, but I was desperate not to talk about it more.Landon was surprised by the sudden swerve of conversation, but recovered. "The sleep thing? I kept doing it until I was about 12, about puberty I stopped walking around. Haven't had an issue in years."Landon's sleep walking had been one of the cooler things about our sleepovers. He would walk and talk -- or mumble -- his. The older man asked where I was going, I told him Brownsville, he said he was too. He asked if I would mind if he came over so we could talk without having to speak so loud. Not wanting to be rude I said ok, thinking this is going to be a long trip. He said his name was Mr Stephens but I could call him Bill. I told him mine. He asked what I was going to do in Brownsville, I said visit a friend. He said he knew a good place to stay if I needed to. I said good to know. We spoke about useless.