The two salesmen didn't quite know how to react to this unexpected declaration, but Pop knew how to play the game.

"Lost your panties again, Susie? That's the second time this week and it's only Wednesday. Very careless of you. But how do I know you're telling the truth? I think you'd better show us."

Susie immediately pulled her skirt up above her waist and spun around in front of the three men. They watched wide-eyed as her delightfully round ass and tender, beckoning pussy flashed by in front of them.

"Golly! She's naked!" gasped Mr. Messner, taking off his glasses. Harrison just stared.

"Well, you certainly have lost them – or given them away," said Pop. "At least it looks that way."

"Oh yes, Pop. They're really gone. But you don't have to believe me, these men will tell you, won't you? Put your hands down here and tell Pop if I'm naked or not, please, sirs."

With those words, Susie reached out and took one hand of each salesman. Mr. Messner was short enough that she could press his hand right against her pussy. She tugged impatiently on an astonished Harrison's arm until he bent down and she could press his fingers against her asscheek.

The small lollipop salesman, immediately began moving his fingers through her silken pussy hair. He had never felt anything like it. But Harrison just let his hand rest on her asscheek as if paralysed. Then he swore and set his cigar down on the counter, before moving his other hand to Susie's other asscheek.

"Yes, she is. She's naked. Oh my goodness, she's naked, MacIntosh," stammered Mr. Messner. Harrison said nothing at first. He simply squeezed Susie's ass in disbelief, then he burst out with: "Christ! She is naked! I don't believe it!"