You can tell with jeans, good brands fit well; cheap ones look as if they are a sum of parts not actually related. Eve's jeans were more than good, I ...oubt if there was much change out of four hundred quid for them. Her lips were glossed with just a little lipstick; apart from that her face was bare of make-up. Her sunglasses were parked up in her dark brown hair. She looked younger without the make-up. Eve asked me to come in and carry the hamper to the car. Yes! A Hamper and it was heavy. My. We had food and then she asked if I wanted to have some beer. At first, I declined but she kept on insisting I decided to have one bottle. Then after having one bottle of Tuborg strong, she offered me one more. I went down to bottles and was feeling dizzy but had my senses, I could recognize what was happening around. I remembered her she was asking me to sit on the bed the lights of the room were dim that worked as a catalyst for the hangover.I was sitting there on my bed when she appeared. I knew how far I wanted this to go but was afraid to press the issue. I was letting her lead this expedition. I knew how far this was going to go when she broke our kiss and breathlessly said, “You have way to many fucking clothes on. Get ‘em off if you want to keep them.” She began stripping and I did the same. Seconds later we were both fully nude wrapped up in each others arms kissing and groping again. I was running my hands through her hair and down her back until I was cupping. I pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it somewhere."You in a hurry?" he asked as we got to the old sofa and sat."Yeah," I said nuzzling his bare chest and working on his belt buckle. "I'm hot."He slipped his hand under my shirt and said, "You didn't tell me how old you are. Sam's sixteen and you're younger aren't you?" You talk too much," I said, clamping my mouth to his and sticking my tongue as far in as I could. His hand came up to my breast and he squeezed."That feels good," I told.