"Here we are. These should fit. We'll just slip them on as soon as you finish undressing her."

Harrison quickly let go of Susie's titties and finished pulling the T-shirt over her head, wanting to get his hands back on to her as soon as possible.

"Christ, MacIntosh! Hurry it up. This is getting interesting. God! What a pair of tits for a kid!"

But Pop MacIntosh was in no hurry; he knew how it all would end and he enjoyed watching these men's discomfort.

He held up a tiny pair of pink bikini panties, just a fragile wisp of cloth. In fact they were identical to the ones Susie had left with Mr. Mascalla because they had come out of the same box just the day before. While the two salesmen watched impatiently Pop helped Susie step into them and pulled them up for her, letting his stubby hands slide appreciatively over her body as he did so.

Susie's experienced eye could see movement beneath all the men's slacks. It was a good thing her inner itches had been so well scratched before she left school or she would have quickly lost patience with this game. But she knew that Pop enjoyed it, and she knew that she would not have long to wait before the game turned serious – and she was sure she would be the winner. So she relaxed and enjoyed the rough and awkward but familiar caresses Pop bestowed on her.

The panties stretched and molded themselves to her delicious roundness. The material cupped the slight swell of her Venus mound so closely that the quivering pussy lips could be clearly seen beneath the almost transparent cloth; it stretched over the curves of her ass like a second skin.

As she turned in front of the admiring and lusting men, the bell over the front door tinkled its unwelcome message. Pop had to go to look after his customer, leaving Susie alone with the two very horny salesmen who were having a very hard time keeping their hands to themselves after the liberties they had been allowed earlier.