My heart beat like a jackhammer. But to be truthful, Jill on her best day could not compare to Lilly, her mother, on her worst. XXX In a moment she touched up her patch of pubic hair with gentle, careful fingers. I’m not a jealous guy, but I can only go so far before I start swinging something, and of course she stands up for the other guy. As I started the pasta, my precious mushrooms, and the vegetables cooking, I looked outside and saw the Mustang squeezed between my truck and the hedge. “Oh yes,” Lilly whispered. I bent and picked a dozen, sliding them into my pocket. She ran water in the sink until it grew warm, then shook out her long blonde hair.
