I tried to move ahead but somehow I thought that why not atleast inform police and let them do their duty. I was about to dial the number but the next... moment my mind strikes that might be some one would have survived this accident and I could help him and I was aware that police will take a lot of time to reach that place.I parked my car and slowly started moving ahead to the car, the nearer I was to the car , any accident or problem was not in sight and it seems like that somebody would have. I shook my head. “I never touched her, it was a bad rumor that got out of hand.”“As opposed to a good rumor?” Greta asked. “I’ve never heard of a good one before.”I shook my head and looked at Michael. “You should have understood how I felt. Why did you think I had a crush on her?”He shrugged. “Maybe crush was the wrong word, but you certainly found her attractive.”I frowned and shook my head. “What?”He grinned. “Most teen guys get woodies when they’re looking at a girl they find attractive.. She had blossomed over the past three years, in all the right places. I must admit she had been the mental object of much masturbation since she first started showing those large nipples through her swimsuits and blouses around age 15. My cock was now lightly throbbing as it hardened quickly. My eyes pausing to savor the sight of her smooth, tan skin, glistening in the bright sun and the impression of her tight nipples straining at her bikini top. Reluctantly, I broke my stare and moved down. Sweetheart: Are you OK? Wellhung: I'm having a coughing fit. I'm turning all red. Sweetheart: Can I help? Wellhung: I'm running to the kitchen, choking wildly. I'm fumbling through the cabinets, looking for a cup. Where do you keep your cups? Sweetheart: In the cabinet to the right of the sink. Wellhung: I'm drinking a cup of water. There, that's better. Sweetheart: Come back to me, lover. Wellhung: I'm washing the cup now. Sweetheart: I'm on the bed aching for you. Wellhung: I'm drying the.