Angela taught me something today. For years, I could never prepare a restaurant quality chow mein, no matter how hard I tried. Never could figure out how those ubiquitous greasy little yellow fuckers did it. Angela told me the secret was in your turd. In the morning, when everyone of those billion plus fuckers takes a shit, they drop some into a bowl, and pour its contents into a cistern that contains thousands of miles of pipes, all leading to a restaurant kitchen somewhere. Proven fact. It is known as the chink shit train. In Mandarin, it sounds something like Sheetinfacehappytongue.
Angela and I took a shit together. She even wiped my arse, and commented on the size of my leaking piles. She sucked them hard with a big smile telling me it was a family tradition. Next, she mushed our shat together, mixed in some spices, poured it over a bowl of rice, and fed it to Ursus, who was banging his head against the cage door, with tongue hanging, and salivating like a retard.
Angela and I like to fuck with animals in the room. I usually cum all over her face, and the sight of my cottage cheese semen grosses me out. Angela laps it up, but sometimes, when she is really possessed, she gets her dog or cat to join in. First, she spreads the cum all over her hairy cunt and rectum. Then either the dog or cat licks it up. It is a joy watching her 69 with the pets, because it isn’t fair not to let them cum as well. Oh Angela, you are a great humanitarian and animal lover.