“Brewed and bottled in Des Moines, Iowa by Cory Waters Johnstone.“How long have you been making it?”“That particular one?“Probably only thre... or so years.“I make some others. Would you like to try a different one?”“Maybe the next one. How long have you been brewing beer?”“Probably close to ten years. I started a year or so after I started living here on the farm.”Cory had just about managed to regain her composure.“After I came to live here on the farm, I started doing a lot of small craft type. Without warning your hand slid from my face to my hair yanking my head back and without breaking the contact of our hips, you dragged me over to the night stand. You swiped the clock and note pad off of it before shoving my body down upon it. My shirt had ridden up and I could feel the cool wood surface against my skin, an extreme contrast to the heat emitting from my body. My head hung over the far edge of the nightstand and your hand kept my head lifted and pulled back. Your thrusts continued. Al didn't even arguewith the logic, and showed his ticket absentmindedly to the inspector ashe nodded, said thank you and moved on.Al made it home without much incident and went straight upstairs to his(now fully charged) laptop. He kicked off his shoes and sat downinstantly to boot the machine up. As he waited for it to load, hechecked himself out in the mirror...Somehow he'd gotten even MORE feminine in the time it had taken to gethome. This is getting out of control, he thought, and. This is for the kissing game we're goingto play." She made him stand in front of her while she lightly rubbedhis shoulders, ran her fingers over his upper arms, and tickled his neck.He was getting aroused all over again and, with that chastity tube re-locked, it wasn't comfortable. She brought her face close to his andplaced a firm kiss on his cheek, pulled away, and then did the same onthe other side of his face. Randi turned him toward the dresser mirrorand he saw two vivid sets of lips.