One look at her and you can tell that Sierra Snow is a dream maker. She makes things happen. One day her man confided his dream. He wanted to lick black man's custard out of her pleasure hole. Sierra thought about it for all of two seconds because this, too, had been her dream, and all she was waiting for was the green light. But where to find such a man willing to participate? In her travels, Sierra came across a broken down playground and a pair of very rancid basketball sneakers. They belonged to a jovial man named Helmo who was aiming free throws at a basket whose net disintegrated long ago. Helmo listened to Sierra's story and went back home with her. He did what was asked, liked it a lot and is now playing "horse" every afternoon with Sierra's former man.