Her She looked uneasy as I began to unbutton her jeans. I pressed my chest against her exposed breasts, eager to be inside her. I knew I was in a race against her body fighting the alcohol she had consumed that night but I also knew there was always going to be only be one winner. I tugged her jeans with both hands as she flinched in an attempt to stiffen her legs. The battle was over when her jeans gave way past her hips, down past her bum and slid easily down her thin legs. I moved my weight on top of her. Her hot breath inside my mouth caused my heart to race, pounding against the inside of my body almost in an attempt to escape. I slid her panties to one side with my forefinger holding the thin cotton firm against her inner left thigh as I urgently drew my hard penis from my underwear. Her legs parted beneath the weight of mine to offer a warm welcome. I was more than happy to accept the invitation.