"Muh... My... My name's Dawn and I'm a... I'm a paedophile!" There. I've managed to say it! I sit back down to gather my thoughts, glad that there is some applause to fill in the time while I prepare myself again. The clapping tapers off to nothing and I suppose I'd better start my story.

"My names Dawn, I live at home with my two children, Alan who's 11 and Jessie who's 8. Their father left me when Jessie was about 2 and I don't miss him one bit. He was a bastard and I hope I never see him again.

Anyway, like I said, there is just me and the two kids at home. I can't say that life has been easy, but I have managed to make ends meet. The biggest thing to suffer has been my social life. I work during the day, look after the house and kids at night and at weekends; so that doesn't leave much time for me. I have dated a couple of times in the years since my husband left, but nothing lasted. Who wants to take on a ready-made family? So for a long time my sex life revolved around my fingers, the shower head, and Sean Connery. No, not THE Sean Connery; but my vibrator. It's smooth, powerful and makes me come, so what else would I call it!"

There's a ripple of laughter around the group and I relax a bit more. I think I'll be able to do this.

"My story proper starts about 6 months ago. The kids were off of school and so I'd taken holiday from my office job It was a beautiful sunny day and Alan had disappeared straight after breakfast to play at Tom's house. Tom is Alan's best friend and during the holidays they are inseparable. Jessie had been lolling around the living room in her nightie and I told her to go upstairs and get washed and dressed. Taking advantage of being alone for a while I made myself another cup of coffee and sat in the kitchen enjoying a cigarette.

When I'd finished my coffee I realised that I hadn't heard anything of Jessie for what seemed like ages. I went upstairs; I wasn't sneaking around, I'm just light on my feet; honest! Anyway, I got upstairs and still couldn't hear anything. I poked my head into Jessie's room and it was empty. Next I looked in the bathroom and the same story. Worrying slightly I crossed the landing and pushed open my own bedroom door.

"Jessie! What are you doing!" I almost screamed. I didn't mean to raise my voice; it was just that my innocent little baby was lying on my bed rubbing Sean Connery between her legs!

"I'm sorry Mummy. I didn't mean to do anything wrong."

Jessie sat up and put my vibrator down by her side.

"What were you doing in here anyway?"....(cont)