The next few days were a form of sweet torture for Tyla, and she knew it was just as bad for Tom. The father and daughter were both now completely sure of their feelings for each other, and whenever they had a few minutes alone they couldn't keep their hands off each other. Tom had managed to get his fingers in his daughter's smooth, young p***y a couple of times, and the way he fingered the girl's needful hole made her melt and want more. Yet it seemed like Elaine barely left the house for more than an hour or so at a time after the night she came so close to catching her own daughter sucking her husband's c**k in his car.
Elaine called her daughter a w***e a couple more times, and Tyla would look at the woman with daggers in her eyes. When her dad gave Elaine the same look, at least it
