He sat back and pulled his hands down her front.
She pulled her hands away from him and stood up.
I pulled my hands out of his, and he let me.
She pulled her hand away and looked at the floor.
He pulled his hand back and then stood looking at the phone.
He pulled his hand free, but not without a little effort.
She reached around behind him and pulled his hands into view.
He pulled his hands away and saw that they, too, had changed.
The child started, pulled his hand back, but not fast enough.
This time when I pulled my hand, he let me go.