As she moaned into the sensation and put down the book, she felt a palm stroking down her neck, chest and abdomen, and then two hands cupping her buttocks before pulling cheeks apart and sliding a finger across her puckered opening. She yelped, bringing her own hand to the backside of her jeans but felt no movement or indication of touch against her skin. She could feel the pressure of her own hands against her body but underneath that, the ghost fingers continue to move, kneading and massaging the orbs of her arse while the finger at her anus started to massage the ring of muscle and the finger stroking her folds pulled out to toy with her clit. "Holy fucking shite," she murmured, squirming against intensity of sensation. 