Annette remembers very well where her fascination with the American black man started. She was sitting in a beer hall with a couple of her girlfriends, drinking beers, singing songs and scoping men. During a quiet moment, Annette happened to catch a look at the television above the bar. The arresting images flickering across the screen seemed to burn into her retina: there on the screen were ten large, sweaty black men running across a basketball court. Annette wasnt familiar with the game, but once she caught a look at the powerful men on the TV, she had a sneaking suspicion that shed soon learn all about it. Annettes friends were quickly left behind as she glued herself to the screen. It was like the screen had a direct line to her clit; Annette literally couldnt sit still. Just the thought of one of those giant men mounting her, forcing her legs apart and trying to fit an obviously gigantic penis into Annettes tiny white pussy made her want to sell all of her belongings and fly off to the American south!