Mikey Rubs It Better

Losing no time to capitalise on the fact that horrendous face-ache Grace is gone, Mikey was again getting close to Imogen. Earlier she had complained of stomach cramps and the lifesize puppet had rushed to her aid. "Is that okay?" Mikey asked as he rubbed Imogen's stomach and touched himself. "This is real nice, yeah," Imogen replied as Mike's hand crept down to rub her clitoris. "It's crazy," she moaned with ecstacy. "Every time I don't feel well, I go to bed and something happens..."

"Everyone's ill. Even I feel sick now," Mikey said suddenly catching a whiff of Imogen's 'down below'. "Don't stop," Imogen went on. "I have to," Mikey replied. "Your gash smells foul." He then leaned over and vomited in the exact same place Glyn had moments earlier. "Wank me, damn you, wank me!" Imogen screeched thrusting her hands furiously back and forth between her legs. Her complexion turned green and her head started to turn as she began projectile vomiting.