At Miss Marge's word Wisti's eyes go wide in surprise and her pale cheeks burned with a blush as she gave a nervous giggle. "Um...I...don't think Will would mind." She offered shyly.<br/><br/>When Christa moved toward her she offered a shy smile, butterflies fluttering in her stomach. She moved with the other girls hold on her head, pliant and nervous, her eyes fluttering shut as she shyly parted her lips in welcome to Christa at the press of the other woman's tongue against them. She was slow and shy to respond, but she followed Christa's lead, her cheeks red.