The door was closed and he had no hands to open it.
As the car stopped, a hand reached forward and opened the door.
Now the hand opened a little, without his instruction, and gave him the once over.
The hand opened and the paper ball dropped to the floor.
His right hand was already opening fire with its gun.
Where my hand, opened in the dark, picked them up.
At the ends of those arms, his big hands opened wide to her.
His right hand went behind him and opened a drawer.
His hand went to the jacket again, and opened it.
His hand opened and the playing card dropped out of it.
