Gini, duh.

Jack approaches the middle of the three woman, a grin on his face, and his kilt already starting to tent. "Great show Gini." He drops a dollar bill in her basket... and his hand keeps moving, to finally touch those fat tits he'd lusted after for so long. "Man, your husband is one lucky guy to be able to have these fat things in his face at night..." His hand tugs her top downwards, letting one fat tit pop out into his palm, where he can squeeze it roughly.

"Oh, uhm, yeh Jack, he really is..." Jack had made her uncomfortable for years, always staring at her tits, and making sexual comments towards her... But now, as his thick fingers pinched her hard nipples, she didn't seem to mind. She smiled awkwardly as he groped her, other patrons dropping bills in her basket, not seeming to mind the lewdness of the act in front of them. After Jack finally lets go, she sashays over to her husbands table, where he's trying to sell home made jewelry. Her breast is still hanging out, purple finger marks starting to show on her pale flesh.

"Steve." Jack says in greeting, offering the other man the hand he had just used to **** Steves wife. "Tell me something embarrassing about yourself.

Steve is a thin man, almost feminine, in smooth gold pants, and a simple vert over his wiry chest. He runs a hand through brown curly hair and thinks. "Hmm, well, let's see. We've been trying to get pregnant since we've been married, but, well, my dick isn't up to it." Grabbing his small junk through his pants. "Also, I think I might like dudes."

Gini gasps in shock, and shakes her head. Jack strokes his chin.