Or for those serendipitous matchups the farm seemed to foster. For a while Beth had kept a list of the pairings that got started there but it didn't l...ast long. The same could be said for many of the couples.Oh, and the fireworks. Beth's dad came through again and we had a cardboard box loaded with goodies, including a bunch of rockets, firecrackers, and just about every other kind of thing that go boom. And sparklers. Gotta have sparklers.By the time we got to the farm, Greg and Cindy were. Then you may have a second headache. OK, he'll find some soft porn on the television and get himself off to a video of bare tit and make-believe fucking. But by the third time, forget it. He'll be on the prowl full time for real live cunt.But we're not talking about me; we're talking about Jane. At the privacy window of the pharmacy, five minutes after opening, my six feet towered over her five foot two. She had to look up to ask me her question, while I looked down at her chastely-covered but. After #4, she was able to adjust to a birth control regimen which allowed total "bareback" sex without as much danger of pregnancy. She steadfastly refused to use condoms under any circumstances. I like that philosophy, you just have to exercise some care as to who is making "deposits" in the "bank" so to speak.After #4, we took time to go to a few events where others were present. Some of these involved dancing, which I never learned to do. However, other males present were quick to offer. Despite everything he had done, it still made me apprehensive. Maybe there was an explanation. Maybe I hadn’t done my part, or he needed something else. God knows my needs weren’t being met either, but I wasn’t whoring myself out with every spare minute.And suddenly it hit me.Maybe there was a better option out there. My hands were still shaking with anger, but I directed the browser to the main “casual encounters” page. My hand hovered over “m4w”, then clicked. I scrolled through, clicking on.