He hesitated a moment and then pulled his jacket on.

He stood up, pulled his jacket off his chair, and ran out of the room.

As the wind picked up he pulled her jacket together and buttoned it.

He leaned against the wall and pulled his blood-soaked jacket straight.

She stood up and pulled her jacket off the back of the chair.

He pulled my jacket more tightly around him and looked up, grinning.

Tyler's imagination was running wild as he started to pull open his jacket.

Pulling my jacket from the coat-rack, I head for the door.

He pulled his jacket close about him and began to button it.

Supplied with potential reinforcement, he returned to the bar to pull his jacket on again.