To be fair, Gavin had little experience as well – his social graces extended to firm handshakes and, once, a blowjob from a cousin after church. She’d been much older and though the experience had been amazing, it hadn’t made the awkwardness of seeing her husband afterward really worth it. Still, a taste had been enough for the much younger Gavin to realize that he wanted more. When his sister drew to the smaller of the massive horses (given that Tonto was currently out with Darius, the other wasn’t much of an option, obviously), Gavin instinctively moved closer to her. His hip brushed hers, warm and firm.<br/><br/><strong>“Me being close will mix our scents a bit, give him a chance to recognize you as family,”</strong>he explained in low, even tones near the shell of her ear. His breath was surprisingly sweet – like tea and mint, but still musky; he had been working most of the day, after all.<br/><br/>With a guiding hand on her hip (his hand much larger than her petite frame, cupping her entire side, drifting so near her ass, but not quite against it), he adjusted her closer. The big horse – labeled above his stall as, simply, “Grey” eased closer. Interestingly, the animal seemed extremely calm and interested. It nosed toward Gavin and then turned to attend the small newcomer. Working his lips, the amazing horse – whose breath smelled a bit like apples – lowered bit lips in her direction, indicating a desire for familiarity.<br/><br/>Gavin grinned warmly and unlatched a small gate leading into the horse’s pen. It was well mucked, with fresh hay and smelled very farm-like, crisp and wild.<strong>“Go ahead. Just keep a hand on him and watch out for his meat. He’s liable to shift toward you if you get too close to his underbelly,</strong>” he explained, nodding without a hint of embarrassment toward the horses foot and a half of erect out-of-sheath irregularly colored cock.<br/>