I want my pussy blown out. I grabbed my purse out of the car and walked to the front door. I struggled to find my keys in the dark but eventually dug...them out and inserted them in the door. The door itself was not shut all the way. I slowly pushed the door open and saw a slight glow coming from the couch. The room was to dark to see anything else. I set my purse down on the table and turned to flip the light switch on. " Don't touch that" my husband voice said from the living room. "Take off. My other hand which was clutching the phone now dropped it and I shivered as it trailed under my tank top and bra to my breasts and squeezed, pinching my nipple. I closed my eyes imagining Ashley's hand with a fresh French manicure squeezing my nipple instead. My hand slid further down into my dripping wet pussy, I imagined her tongue there instead and I bit my lip from screaming in pleasure. I moaned her name as I slid my fingers inside myself. "Ashley..." I inserted my fingers faster, moaning. But looking around, I just don't know. I decide to get a drink while I am figuring things out, so I walk up to the bar. I am eyed by several people, male and female, but this doesn't bother me. As the bartender (a muscular, shirtless man wearing a collar) sets my drink in front of me, he eyes me. "You must be Rhea."I almost inhale the alcohol I am drinking and stare back at him. "Who's asking?" You did come in here to meet someone, didn't you?" Well, yeah-um" I stammer."He has been expecting. People in the cars it had hit were sitting, or leaning, staring around them in shock. She ran to the one closest to her and peered inside. The roof had partially collapsed and glass was lying in tiny shards all around her. It crunched under her shoes as she moved. A man and woman were half lying, where they had leaned toward each other at the last second. They said they were all right.She darted around that car and saw that others were helping people out of the second car.A moaning cry came.