The act makes your heart melt and you needn’t say anything else. One hand holds your precious mare’s head to your chest while the other drifts past her receptive dock. The scent of rain drifts up from her hair as fingers drift past her plot hole, down her perineum, and around the focus of your attention. She stays motionless and calm against you but sudden vigorous winking tells you a different story. You slide your fingers down her rump, squeezing her labia together and resisting the motion of her winking.