They satisfy the prurient interest that is part of most guys' psyche. Mine too.A lot of stories include coming of age scenarios, you know, little ones...losing their Virginity! Well, not real little ones, you know, not pre-pubescent girls but those that have passed through puberty. Right? Those that are ready for the harvest. You got it, 13 year old nymphets.Like as I said, most guys like to think about what it was like or could have been like. Of course, inserting themselves into the action and. I slowly closed the door, keeping my eye on the garage until the very last second, all the while keeping my finger hovered over the “send” button. The door latched and I quickly locked it. I looked at my phone and pressed “end”. Whatever it was wasn’t going to hurt me. I don’t know why I got so scared.I looked up from my phone and saw a black ski mask. A hand grabbed my wrist and held it so he could grab the phone out of my hand. With the other hand, I punched the masked man across the face.. As darkness fell and the only light around was my fire, I slipped out of my bra and panties and t shirt and shorts and into a black satin camisole and tap panty set and put my shoes back on. I sat on the bench next to the fire and enjoyed the satin against my skin and the way the light from the fire reflected off the shiny satin. As I drank my beer and listened to some music and touched my self occasionally through the satin, I noticed a flashlight in the distance moving through the trees. I. " I don't know how this happened; I wouldn't have done this myself" Are you sure James, are you implying I would have done this?" No Karen I'm not implying anything."Just then Karen's girlfriend Samantha arrived and she took a look at meand said, "Ooh so smooth James"Karen kissed her girlfriend and said, "James claims he doesn't know howhis hair was shaved off."Samantha said, "Oh really lets go take a peek in his bathroom"I continued to make my coffee and the two girls left me alone. While.