Anyone that happened to see them as they moved south tended to look away as if afraid to even admit there were some people not yet under government co...trol.The old downtown area was a big disappointment. They didn't see any of the old glitter and sparkle that set Vegas apart from the ordinary world. It didn't look like any of the old casinos were still operating a gambling business. The hotels were still being used but it looked more like apartment rooms for residents rather than for tourists. No-one was around when I woke up, thankfully. I wish there was some spiritual rule during sleepwalking that ensured one's decency was secured. I am down a hallway from my suite, totally naked. I didn't panic (I know what I look like naked), even though there are automated locks on out suite's door and now I have no way of getting back in without revealing myself. I could take an elevator to the main floor's security office or stay put until someone from security sees a naked man on a camera. "Lift your butt, Dad, so I can pull your pants off." Mmmm."He managed to do so. That left him wearing only his jockey shorts. I don't know what was going through his numbed brain at that moment, but his penis was tenting his shorts pretty darned well."Come on Daddy, lift your legs. Help me here to get you stretched out." Mmmm."Finally, I got him laid out in the center of that king sized bed and pulled the sheet up to his neck."Nite, Daddy. I'll look in on you later."I started for the bedroom. She gathered Victory’s breasts into her hands and lifted and squeezed and kneaded them. Victory moaned and arched her back again. Ingrid stood back a little taking her in. Victory felt so sexy standing there naked, the back of her hands pressed against the wall high above her head. She was short and Ingrid was tall and seemed somehow powerful standing over her. She continued to run her wet soapy hands all over Victory’s body. She pulled Victory over into the spray of the shower and rinsed.