Unpacking, but distracted

As the two of them prepare to unload the car, Mitchel Lyons makes his way over.

"Hey Ronnie, Janice! Am I to late?" He calls.

"Nope, you're just in time," Ronnie assures, opening the trunk of the car.

"Good, let's get started," Mitchel says with enthusiasm. When he walks to the car, while Ronnie's head was inside the car, Mitchel brought a hand to palm Janice's butt. Janice's eyes flash for a moment in surprise before mouthing "bad boy" at Mitchel. "Where do you need me Ronnie?" He gives Janice's butt a good squeeze. Janice barely holds back a moan.

"Got a few boxes here," Ronnie explains. "These are the heavy ones. The rest should be no problem."

"That should be no problem," Mitchel says, letting go of Janice's ass.

She makes a mental note to give Mitchel heck for that later. "Then let's get started."

As they begin to unload the boxes, a familiar red-haired teen comes jogging back. "She had to cancel on me! Can you believe that!?"

"In that case why don't you help us out," her dad said practically.

"Yeah, yeah, sure," Mary agrees, coming over to join the three older adults. When her dad and Janice weren't looking, she looks at Ronnie, bringing her hand up to simulate a blowjob.

Ronnie softly clears his throat to compose himself. He quickly grabs a box and heads inside.

"Need help, Dad?" Mary asks Mitchel.

"I'm okay, sweetie. I'm going to grab this big box over here. In the meantime, why don't you grab a couple of those bags?" He suggests.

"No prob," she assures, grabbing a couple bags and heads into the house.

Janice meanwhile lingers around the car. "Really, Mitchel?"

"What?" He asks innocently. "I'm just helping to unload."

Oh you want to play that game, eh? Janice narrows his eyes, mischief on her mind.