Underboob Stories

My husband is a bit of a “real ale” nut. Whenever we go to a different pub, he always has to check out what beer it’s serving, and whether it’s proper cask ale or not. Nothing gets him more excited than trying a new beer, unless it’s one from a brand-new brewery, in which case he practically has an orgasm in his trousers. And apparently “cask beer” isn’t the same as “craft beer” either. Or at least not necessarily. Not th...