Somewhere below the knees his legs were itching abominably, adding to his suffering and anger.

Now my bad leg was itching almost as much as my arm.

My legs itched and I realized they were growing fur, too.

After all these years, the leg, now gone, still itches sometimes.

For days, his legs itched relentlessly.

My leg itched, and I woke up and you weren't there, so I came on the prowl.

His leg itched intolerably beneath its cladding of tubigrup and 'breathable' plastic pot.

And with a gasp, realized why my legs itched.

My leg itches under the plastic splint I have to wear whenever I'm not sleeping.

Her leg itched; she resisted the urge to rub it on her other leg.