Mikey Tries Again

After washing her filthy fanny clean, Imogen decided to give getting jiggy with Mikey another go. Last time the odour from her lady parts made Mikey flee before his potato shaped nose fell off. It all seemed to be going well... the bean-bags had been set up... Mikey went to get a quilt... and that was when it all went horribly wrong. For some unknown reason the puppet decided to bring in evicted Lisa's blanket.

On one side Lisa's duvet looks normal, but if Mikey had checked the other side he would've passed out cold. Lisa's pussy sores had erupted puss, which had then stunk and stained the duvet cover. But poor Mikey was oblivious to the impending doom. He snuggled under the duvet with Imogen, who smiled adoringly at him... but seconds later Mikey looked like he'd been smashed in the face with a fire extinguisher.

"Jesus Christ, Imogen! I thought you said you'd washed it!" he shouted at the welsh bore before jumping out from under the blanket. "It's not me," Imogen protested weakly, but it was too late. By then Mikey had run away gagging.