The man was tearing at her jeans, in his eagerness not making much progress.

Then he pulled her up to her knees as she felt him working at his jeans.

She was tugging at his jeans, but he shifted away from her seeking hands.

With one clumsy movement he broke free from under her and clutched at his jeans.

Julius looked at her jeans and T-shirt, as if seeing them for the first time.

Tony sighed, tugged at his jeans, and began to walk away.

All at once her jeans seemed too tight, slightly irritating in a pleasant sort of way.

Suddenly, she was on her knees, clutching at my jeans.

It's a problem if you can look at a woman's jeans and know what year she graduated from college.

I looked down at my own jeans and T-shirt.