I then put my mouth on her developing mound of her chest and disappeared her mound into my mouth for a min.i satrted sucking her mould and her nipples...very roughly for couple of mins . She was crazy by nowI then shifted downwards.my hands were right behind her buttock circling her mould back and pressing it hard which i had adorned it for a while .i knelt on my knew with my hands still exploring her back and my mouth and lips facing her vagina. I could smell the sweet smell of her vagina hole. "Oh, you!" Ellen threw a dishtowel at him."We had to, Mom," Sophia said, wrapping her in a hug, "but we won't keep you in suspense any longer. Congratulations, you're going to have a granddaughter." Oh, honey," Ellen smiled up at her."Yeah, they were ninety-nine percent sure," Warren supplied. "She gave them a pretty good look, and they didn't see anything dangling." Now can I admit that I wanted a granddaughter?" Ellen said."Sure. But you would have been happy no matter what," Sophia. Is the deeply relaxed well being we call pussy-whipped comparable to the Catholic construct called a state of grace? Both conditions bring peace of mind – maybe so. Perhaps God in His wisdom blessed Murphy and said, “I made you to fuck, to be attached to a cock, many cocks. You are for man’s pleasure and for you to take pleasure in doing that well.” Perhaps God had a woody the day she was conceived. A shrink might wish to write a white paper on Murphy. He might divine a Freudian basis for her. I felt my own pussy moistening as she brought herself to a screaming orgasm. Rebecca was red faced, and I seen moment between her legs under the blanket. She stopped suddenly and looked at me. I was a bit flush myself watching the movie. Are you alright, she asked. I'm fine, was all I could get out. After catching my breath I asked, what do you think of the movie. It's different, she answered. Why did you get it, she asked with a serious face. Taking a deep breath I knew I had to confess..