JoAnne finally made some serious eye contact with me. “Miss Deveraux… Dixie… I think he wanted you to grab me and take me back to his home. You ...now, not a lot of talk, just pick me up and dump me back on his doorstep. He just doesn’t get it. I will never go back.” “Okay… so you sent him some faked up photos of you chained to a chair. So what’s with this performance this evening that I so rudely interrupted?” JoAnne’s stone face reappeared. “I was making a video. I was going to send it to my. ......... I AM SHARON CANE, A 18YR OLD TRANSVESTITE SCHOOLGIRL WHO DUE TO MY BAD BEHAVIOUR HAVE BEEN SENT TO MANY REFORM SCHOOLS, OF WHICH EVEN WITH FREQUENT FIRM DISCIPLINE HAVE BEEN EXPELLED FROM MOST OF THEM FOR MY DIRTY WANKING HABIT. MOST OF THE SCHOOLS I ATTENDED WERE BOARDING SCHOOLS WHERE I MET OTHER TRANSVESTITE GIRLS & WAS INTRODUCED TO FULL TRANSVESTITE SEX BY OLDER GIRSLS. WHAT USED TO MAKE ME WANK SO MUCH?... JUST THE SHEER JOY OF BEING DRESSED AS A SCHOOLGIRL, ESPECIALLY IF IT WAS. When it got hard like that, he would often add, "Your Grandmalikes it the best." Then I began to wonder and fantasize over Grandma'scunt and size, wondering how anyone could receive such a large cock.Grandma, at these times, would bathe both of us, giving all of herattention to our backs and feet. The nicest part of my stay with Grandpaand Grandma was sleeping in the same bed with them. Grandpa always sleptin the nude as did I. Grandma wore a loose night shirt with nothingunderneath. It was. It was unlikely in those days that any parent would allow their daughter to live with a boyfriend and certainly, my parents wouldn’t stand for it. I knew an older lad, Robert who lived in a house by himself. He was keen to get to know one of my female school friends, Carol but he didn’t know how to go about it. Bingo! I had a solution.I started by talking to Carol. Although I had been out of school for a year or more I often saw her and she always stopped and had a chat. I made a point of.