Eileen had the same honey-blonde hair, though it was considerably lighter than Mirabelle's. Her deep brown eyes seemed to suggest sex as she danced with Dustin. Eileen's lovely tits almost pushed out of the top of her party dress and she didn't pull away at all when Dustin's hands slid over them.

Mirabelle stiffened and turned her eyes away. It was Manfred's business, of course, but that girl was in considerable moral danger.

Manfred and his friend William were chatting with Nichole, Eileen's closest friend, a real slut if Mirabelle had ever seen one. A dark brunette, pouting face, sulky lips and a come-on look to her slim figure. She was even coming on to Manfred and William, flirting, pushing her tits out at them.

William was a tall, good-looking man, in his thirties, like Manfred. He'd showed an immediate interest in Mirabelle, but then many men did and she had no trouble putting him in his place.

Mirabelle was glad when people began to drift away. She even allowed herself a drink of wine. But that meant she had to go to the bathroom, something she was very nervous about because all the people were going in and out.

Mercifully the bathroom was empty. She checked the lavatory seat carefully before she sat down. She gazed at herself in the mirror as she checked her makeup.

When she came out of the bathroom, things seemed even quieter downstairs and somebody had switched the light off by the bedrooms. She tiptoed along toward the top of the stairs, regretting that she didn't really know where the light switches were. Then she heard voices, a cooing and moaning coming from Manfred's bedroom.

She didn't really believe that Manfred would be having sex with one of his women at his daughter's party, but if he was, then she would let him know exactly what she felt about him. She tiptoed to the partly closed door.

"Ohhhh, Dustin!" Eileen giggled. "It's so big! Isn't it, Nichole?"