The light from the hallway was just enough that I could make out that Stevie was smiling.She said softly, “Hi honey, are you up?””Hi sweetie, wh...t’s up?””You know that video we made about a year ago, where is it?””What video?””You know... THE VIDEO!””Why?””We want to watch it.””You’re kidding, right?””I told Angela about it, and she wants to see it.””What... are you drunk?””What does that matter?””Okay, okay, I know where it is.”I threw on a pair of shorts and dug up our homemade VHS sex tape. Placing your hand back down onto my butt, softly starting to knead my big butt,trying to wake me up... leaning up and kissing my forehead, but still I don't wake up... you slip one hand down off my butt and softly brush against my lips, causing me to wake up slowly... looking up at youthrough little slits in my eyelids, as you press your lips to mine... nuzzling my body against yours through the sleepy kiss.Having been awake a little longer than I had, you were ready to get up and stop wasting. Charlene saw me standing in front of the bathroom mirror looking at my chest and asked me if something was wrong. I explained my concerns. She laughed and said I should get used to growing older and chided me for not noticing how many older men had large nipples and even small breasts. It was normal for men in their fifties. I had never thought about it before so I put it out of my mind for the time being. But during the next year I noticed that I was developing breasts. They didn't look. The third of the four was the well-brought-up Kobekistani concubine, submissive little sixteen-year-old Selima, though her age was not mentioned to the Emir. She had been a present to the Emir Ibrahim in his old age and although he had ritually deflowered her in front of her father, as good manners required, she had not been used since. The new Emir seemed to find her very attractive and used her both front and rear, even reaching an orgasm in her arse.Finally the trouble-making Fatima/Laura.