A continuous round of festivals and hell-bent evenings of insanity occupied Valerie Hart's Mexican holiday. Especially when the strange man in the cantina dipped soap in warm water, pulled her pants down, and lathered her ass. It was a spontaneous flirtation. At least that's the way Valerie accepted the gesture, and so they took their leave to quieter places. They went back to his hacienda, and the man showed Valerie his collection of Mexican poetry with lewd rhymes about burros. She found the evening entirely weird until he pulled his dick out. Valerie then blew a sigh of relief because this was the first normal situation she had encountered since she got off the ox cart.