She went then to the living room, selecting a book from the numerous shelves, and sat down. Shortly after she had started reading, she hummed in pleasure at the gentle sensation of a palm stroking across her cheek and neck. Shortly thereafter, both breasts felt like they were being cupped, and her nipples lightly pinched. She gasped, putting the book aside to look down but there was no visible change to her sweater. As she continued to read, she was distracted by the sensation of a hand on her abdomen, slipping slowly beneath the hem of her jeans, though again she could see nothing, and then she felt a finger sliding across her folds. She held her breath and the feeling disappeared and then returned again, stroking her lightly this time.