I really missed the old days, when you could fix any problem with the right tap of a hammer or turn of a screw. Instead of attempting to repair my car... myself, I pulled out my phone and called for help. After a long wait by the side of the road, the towing service finally showed up and dropped me and my car off at the dealership.Half an hour later, I was sipping one of the worst cups of instant coffee in human history, while one of the mechanics hooked up his laptop to my car. I watched in. The number of cocks that had shot their load of man spunk up my butt was eighty seven. The number of cocks that had entered my anal opening and screwed me for at least two minutes were one hundred and three. My butt was sore as hell, it felt like some one had shoved a flower vase up my butt and left it there. Jarvis helped me to the back room and shut the door, I could barely walk hardly stand on my own. Jarvis laid me on the mattress that was prepared for my rest earlier, as I laid there on. She whimpered again, very softly, and reached behind her. I could tell by the slight motion of her arm that she was stroking his dick. My own penis, which had been half hard already, sprang to attention. Dad moved his arm down, and I knew that he was rubbing a finger between her labia.I slowly reached for my cock and gripped it gently, stroking with tiny back-and-forth motions. On the bed below me, Mom arched her back and pressed her ass against Dad. He moved his hand from her pussy to his. "It does mean a lot."Full and happy, we approached Nicole's house around 10pm that night."Hope you didn't mind eating in the car." Nicole piped up as we pulled in her driveway. "I don't exactly like going around town dressed as..." She gestured at her white robe. " ... This." That's fine, don't worry about it." I replied as we got out of the car."So ... Wanna hang around for a bit?" Nicole asked me."I probably shouldn't." I answered her. "I've got this lab report due tomorrow, plus I want to be.