I told her it meant to lick her. She blushed and said she had never had that done. With that I easily lifted her on to the bar, spread her legs and we...t down on her. She literally in shock as I started to lick her tasty pussy. Soon she was grinding herself into my face as an organism drew near. By now the Mom was getting fucked by the Husband and I could tell not that well. She was a trooper and even took his load in her cunt. He fell back on the side of the pool so she wanted to see what was. "Uh, Mrs. Wilkes... we came to tell you something... something about your husband."Abby tilted her head and looked back at him, very focused on his mouth."I'm not sure how to say this..."How hard could it be to just say the guy's dead, Abby thought bitterly, sensing what was ahead."There was a robbery..." Officer Carter explained. "Your husband was at the convenience store at the time. The robber grabbed a young woman and her baby, holding them hostage." Before he said another word, Abby knew. Ultimately, I think my lust overpowered any fear or stupidity. “Where we goin’ first?”We spent several hours strolling through various parts of the French Quarter, checking out shops, her explaining some of the history and otherwise having a good time. On multiple occasions she would brush up against me with various parts of her body and one time backed her sweet little ass into my crotch as she bent over under the premise of looking at something on a shelf. Far be it from me to discourage. This time I press myself all the way down, nose to your body. You rest both hands on my head and grind your hips into my face, dick down my throat. I dig my nails in your hips as I start to lose breath. You grab my cheeks and pump my throat like a needy little hole. Faster and faster. You sit up as cum shoots from your dick down my throat. One hand on my chin, the other on the top of my head, holding me in place. Throat fucked and cum covered by my master. You finish and pull your dick.