"You're due on around the end of next week, but you shouldn't hit the PMT until at least Tuesday, so you can get settled in at work first." That reall... brought home to me the reality of womanhood, but it didn't upset me. Now that I was wholly and entirely Amanda, it seemed perfectly natural to have periods. I realised that in two short hours I had quite forgotten about the novelty of having a bra round my chest and the hem of my dress around my nylon-clad thighs. I was able to think ahead. My own erection ached and I felt the warmth of adrenalin speeding my heart and stealing the breath we shared. I pulled her against me, crushing Srah's breasts against my thin, adolescent chest as I grabbed her ass with both hands.Yeah! I couldn't wait to grow into a man, but I wouldn't trade the slow journey for anything. I'd found a new appreciation for time and how quickly it can pass. That, for a fourteen-year-old boy, was perhaps the thought most alien to my nature. I'd always imagined that. She awoke and tensed her muscles, happy the horse was no longer in her tight virgin ass, her pussy was tight, but better prepared.Suddenly the horse blasted his load into her depths. Delilah unexpectedly began to cum. Her pussy had never felt anything so stimulating. Her body convulsed and she bucked her hips as cum blasted out of her, and huge rivers flowed out into the bucket below.Delilah came down from her orgasm and slid right back into balling her eyes out again. She felt violated even. First there were the night callers. For ten days, lonely middle aged men were turning up at my door, you see, my ex had taken itself upon him to print out a number of fliers advertising the services of Naughty Nicki: House Slut. The fliers had my address and picture and so not only did I have these people calling at my house, I had to dealing with their angst (and sometimes their drunken advances) once I had told them that I was not a prostitute.After that came the deliveries, shipment after.