"What? You mean your… Well they're… I mean," he stammered. Zeroing his eyes in one the lush mounds as if he hadn't noticed her state of undress before.

"I can hardly feel a thing, they're so cold. You don't think I'll get gangrene?" Kay pouted.

I'm going to be sick, Leslie thought. For as long as she had known Kay, the girl simply had no self control. She couldn't be around a cute guy for longer than five seconds before her pussy began to pucker up. It was embarrassing!

"I… I don't think so. It sure would be a waste though," the man said thoughtfully.

"Couldn't you check for me? I'm so worried." Those pleading eyes of hers could melt even Donald Trump's heart.

"Well I guess…" He wasn't sure this was part of his line of duty, but he was supposed to make sure she made it down to the station safely and in one piece. His hand came out to lightly brush over one of Kay's full chest mounds. It was far from cold.

"The other one is cold too," a breathy voice reminded him.

The officer nodded. He felt rather silly for not having thought of that himself as he reached out with his other hand so he could test both breasts at the same time.

"Oooh! That's so much better. But I'm afraid I'm cold in so many places."

Somehow without moving her chest from his hands, Kay twisted the rest of her body around on the bench seat. Her legs spreading slightly as she did so, and a tuft of her red pubic hair poked out from the tattered remains of her tights.

"Where else are you cold?" the officer asked helpfully.

"All over. Oh I wish I could show you exactly where," she said in a little girl whine.

This is too much! Doesn't she have the slightest trace of self respect? How can she act like this? Leslie asked herself. But she already knew the answer. Kay had the morals of an alley cat in heat.