No

not alone. There was a figure laying with its head between Haley's spread legs, mouth clearly locked on Haley's pussy, and hands reaching under her legs to play with her breasts. Neither person could see Phil standing in the doorway, even though his shock had made him open the door wider.

Then the figure moved, the mouth kissing up Haley's body, stopping at her breasts to suckle, then up to her mouth, where lips connected, tongues wrestled, and Phil finally cut through the fog in his brain enough to realize who was now on top of his older daughter.

He stepped in the room, and said, "Haley, ..."