My name is Ahmed Saint John. I'm a big and tall Black man from Cameroon. I'm twenty years old and this is my first year in America. It's summertime. I start college in a few months. I thought I'd raise money by selling stuff door to door. It's a nice job which allows me to travel it also allows me to meet all kinds of women. Especially the big gals that I'm so fond of. Where I'm from, we like big women. In America, I was surprised to discover that this culture is obsessed with muscular pretty guys and skinny chicks. What gives? Has the world gone mad? I set out to right a terrible wrong by showing the big women of this country some love. Basically, I go door to door, peddling them some merchandise and when they want to, I show them my special stuff. I'm not going to lie to you. The job can be dangerous sometimes. However, it has its many rewards. How else would you explain some of my adventures?
Currently, I'm hanging out with this twenty-three-year-old policewoman named Susan Lathers. She's from Massachusetts and is a small-town cop. She's around five-foot-four, big-boned, with red hair and pale gray eyes. Her skin is light pink. She also had large breasts, a thick body and a big butt. I like plump women with big butts. I don't know why. Maybe it's an African thing. Most black men don't like skinny women and those who do, well, they've been around white folk too long. Nothing in the world like a full-figured, lusty dame. I don't care what no one thinks. Anyway, I met Susan while on the job. She was off-duty, just spending time at home. We started talking. I was selling her some shoes and perfume. She was kind enough to invite me for a drink. The rest, they say, is history.
