I came out still very confused and curious as to where the action was and the guys. Just at that time I saw some movement to my right – there was a... iron, circular stairway with a guy coming down. Now my interest was peaked so I decided to head upstairs.Wow – what a different place than downstairs. I walked around and found all types of areas: one room had a small TV showing a gay porn. This room was about 20 by 20 with a series of walls about four to five feet high that had glory holes. . A moment of silliness washed over her and she strummed her fingers along Jess’ back as if Jess were a keyboard, giggling as she did so. Jess had absolutely no idea what she was doing but didn’t care so long as Emma was enjoying it.Standing back up, Emma went over to the pile again to check out the remaining goodies. She picked up a pink rubber butt plug and rolled it around in her hand. Jess saw and took the opportunity for another lesson.“I try to buy my butt plugs in the most feminine colors. ...." and she let it hang for a few minutes. "What?" I asked again. "He's dead!" She pushed her part of the paper across to me and pointed to an obituary. I looked at the picture of the gentleman. He was a nice looking older man, probably around my age or a little older, and I read the obit. "Dead!" she said once more. "I can't believe it." I put the paper down and we looked at each other. "Can you believe that?" she asked me. "I never would have expected a heart attack," she stated. "He. Was it raunchy!! I could smell her stinky ass sweat a foot away, and it only got stronger the closer I got! The first sniff was only a fast one, but when I realized no one was paying any attention, I became bolder and would sniff longer. Her friend left and came back five minutes later handing the smelly-bum girl two beer, one of which she put on the top of her folded seat, the other she held on to drinking. Once they were settled in and back enjoying the show, I went back to sniffing her.