Victoria Style told us this story about her homeland and the time she was supping on frijoles after which she took a walk after dinner lest the pounds accumulate on her ass. Suddenly Victoria was entranced by the sweet sound of this Mexican lion who often sang baritone along the arroyos at sundown. It was a song that brought a tear to her eye and dampness to her vulva. It was a song about randy vaqueros who were caught stealing sheep and were made to walk naked and barefoot in the desert. But, of course, it translates much better and more romantically in Spanish. Nonetheless, Victoria introduced herself to this gallant troubadour who called his penis, chivo. A curious woman, Victoria wanted to know why. He told her, come to my casa and I will tell you more. Obligingly, she went to his casa, except he didn't tell her shit but fucked her till the next sundown whereupon he sang again along the arroyo. Victoria was so entranced she completely forgot the chivo story.