Poor Mandy. She cleaned up the table after dinner last night. As she reached for the bread basket, her hips came into contact with the edge of the table. She let out a little gasp, which caught my attention.

"Something wrong?" I called out from the kitchen.

"Ah... Oh, I just... Oh! Oh no... OooOoOooh..."

She wasn't in my line of sight, so I rushed over. She had dropped the bread basket and now both her hands were flat on the table. She was near the corner, leaning forward, her crotch pressed tightly against it. Gasping for air, she ground her hips back and forth against the corner, her arousal very obvious. She had a near-instant climax, followed by another, then another... then another! All within less than a minute. Near the end, her knees were too weak to hold her, so I caught her before she fell to the ground.

She caught my hand and pushed my fingers against her crotch. She had another orgasm and squeezed my hands tight between her thighs.

It took her a few minutes to come down from the multiple orgasms.

We looked at each other in silence. Then her eyes welled up and she looked away.

"This has to stop," she whispered. "I... don't know how much more of this I can take..."