' ' ' ' ' 'The Marriage Of Heaven & Hell

'Oh well...why not ...I suppose! ' she said stripping shyly off her clothes 'Oh you...dirty little devil! ' he laughed grabbing her by the calf as she toppled & fell on her back & squealed: 'Oh...Heavens! ' a frilly froth of discarded panties crawling across the shag carpet he fallen to his knees trousers trapping his ankles 'Jesus! ' he gasped 'Oh Christ...! ' she almost prayed. They took each other to the cleaners (& other misdemeanours) went all the way to Hell & back (going like the clappers) he beside himself she all in a flap. It was...Heaven