A hand reached out and caught hold of her arm.

He saw his hand reach out and take it down.

During the night in the cell our hands reached out to each other.

A hand reached out and helped me to my feet.

A few hands reached out to touch him as he passed.

The hands that reached to him from death would reach out to them.

Several hands reached out to feel and pull her hair.

Then his hand reached out in the dark and took my arm.

He rose from the bed, and her hands reached out for him.

His hand reached out and he took two steps forward.