In response, she slipped her hand down the front of his jeans.

Made nervous by the close contact, Kendall pulled his hand from the front of her jeans.

And then felt his other hand against the front of my jeans, rubbing me.

Milk spilled over the tabletop, onto the front of his jeans.

"You mean she didn't iron a crease in the front of your jeans?"

I tucked it down the front of my jeans.

Thanks, but no." She ran her hand over the front of his jeans.

Her hand thrust down the front of her blue jeans.

So I put my hand inside the front of her jeans.

Well is it the front of your jeans or you, you showing off?