My hand could touch his hair from here, he wouldn't even know.

But his hands did not touch earth, even though he could see it.

Just think about it - how many hands touch your computer in the course of a week?

So for a while both held still, their hands touching.

His hand passed through the image in front of him, touched nothing.

His hand touched the open page of a book he had been reading.

His hand came up and touched an area just outside her skin.

I stood up, my hand touching the table for support.

The other hand moved slowly across the table and touched his.

He started to move and her hand touched his arm.