The sound of the young girl the other side of the confessional hatch brought me out of my day-dream. I recognised the voice. It belonged to young Lucy Sharman. I wondered what she had been up to this time!

"Speak up, my child," I said encouragingly. Knowing of Lucy's past exploits, this would probably be a pretty good confession.

I had been in the Parish for almost a year now, long enough to be accepted (and long enough to suss the place out) and Lucy was one of my 'after-school' group, a small group of local school children whose parents both worked and who gathered at the manse twice a week. We played table games or went walking or listened to music, or just talked. I had just started the group a month or so before as I had realised there was a group of children whose parents didn't really care for them or about what they got up to - the perfect little group to be exploited. The group got on very well together and, more importantly, they liked being with me. I was nearing forty but looked younger and enjoyed having the youngsters, all between nine and thirteen, around me. They were all quite pretty young things - three boys and two girls. Lucy was the oldest girl at eleven. The others were Sissie Hammond, who was ten, Johnny Williams, nine, Gary Young, eleven and Donny Brooks, the oldest at just turned thirteen. We were almost like a family and there was a certain attraction between us all. Of course, I encouraged it, touching and petting the children whenever I could and we had progressed to giving hugs to each other, boy to girl, boy to boy, me to girls and me to boys, but, so far, I had only seduced one of them so far, young Johnny. It was him I was day-dreaming about, remembering his naked young body with his stiff little cock between my lips after the group session last week.

"Well," Lucy said in her saucy little manner. "You know how we were all mucking around last week?"

Did I? I'll say. We had been playing rather boisterous games, tag and hide-and-go-seek and the boys had begun wrestling each other, then the girls (with more than a little groping going on); and then me (which is how I got young Johnny turned on and made him stay afterwards) and it had been rather uninhibited, with remarks being bandied back and forth between the children and me - getting more and more suggestive as the tumbling went on.

"Yes," I said innocently, when Lucy didn't proceed and I realised she was waiting for my response.

"Well! Afterwards, Donny asked me if I wanted to walk home with him." She paused again. "I said okay and we left together."

"I remember, Lucy," I told her.

"As we were passing the stables at O'Donnel's farm... You know where I mean?" I nodded, then grunted that I did when I realised she couldn't see my nod. "Yeah. Donny said there was a foal in there and did I want to see it. I said 'Sure', 'cause I love horses and we went into the stables. There was a foal with its mother and we patted it and gave it some hay and stuff."

"There is no sin in that," I said as she paused to take a breath, hoping to get her into the interesting stuff. Lucy liked to talk.

"I know that!" she retorted. "It was while I was patting the foal. Donny asked me if I'd like to pat him. I didn't know what he meant so I said, 'What do you mean?'. He said he wanted me to pat him...you know...he wanted me to pat his...er...weeny," she finally got out.

I almost giggled, but said in a serious voice. "I don't understand, Lucy. What do you mean, 'weeny'?".....(cont)