Dad clapped him on the back. “You’re a lifesaver, man. Owe you big time.”

I kept my face neutral, even as fresh slick trickled into my panties at the secret filth of it all. My ass and pussy still ached deliciously with every shift. Marc’s cum was still inside me—drying on my thighs, deep in my womb, leaking slowly from my used asshole.

We ate dinner together like nothing had happened. Conversation flowed normally—ski conditions, the storm, plans for tomorrow. But under the table, Marc’s foot brushed mine deliberately. When I stood to clear plates, his hand grazed my ass in passing, a silent reminder.

Later that night, as everyone...