Let all good men now praise the blonde brave enough to play a booby, easy-lay bimbo! Stacked and sweet of face, sensual pro Jill Tompkins has the guts to play a male-pleasing stereotype. This flaxen-haired baby doll with the softly zaftig, God-grown breast flesh might have gone the easy route and embraced a bitter feminist rhetoric that insists the male gender is unworthy of having its fantasies catered to. Jill might have hidden her natural graces to the impoverishment of testicle owners as a whole, but she is made of better stuff. Gorge on Jill's better stuff shown in the buff as the courageous cutie pretends to bone in Sex Files: Pleasureville (1999). Then begin yodeling the praises of Jill Tompkins, muff-baring iconoclast.