Actually, the middle of nowhere was the big city of about 8,000 people about ten miles away from us. We lived in a suburb of the middle of nowhere.My ...runken slut wife worked most evenings, leaving me home alone to take care of the kids. At that time I knew she was a drunk but only suspected she was a slut.I was still pretty much a weekender kind of smoker. My sources weren't that good, so I didn't have access to that much pot. And I was trying to keep things in perspective, not become a heavy. "She giggled, "It's been a while, but I guess it's like riding a bike. She's fun to kiss and so soft and smooth to hold. And no beard stubble."We both relaxed while we watched Kayla make love to my cock. It was obvious she enjoyed what she was doing.Kayla was doing a wonderful job, and I could feel the need to come approaching. "Kayla, I'm almost there," I warned her.She kept at it, her hands working my shaft while her mouth demonstrated her new found experience. It was nice. More than nice. Curiosity piqued, I go through the curtain and to my amazement find the most extensive assortment of sex toys I have ever seen. Vibrators, dildoes, beads, butt plugs, apparel, restraints; just too much to list.I am walking through looking at everything when you and your mother enter the back room. I turn and see the look of embarrassment on your face. I can tell it is not from seeing the items, but from your mother being with you and the fact that she suggested looking back here. I excitedly. Somehow we managed to get to 5th period... don't know how but we did. Along the way everybody stopped and stared, I guess word travels fast. Funny thing was neither of us was groped. That was a welcomed change... damn, never thought I'd hear myself say that!When we kissed goodbye at the door of her class, I felt empty. I knew I needed to tell her, but didn't want to wait, but also not in front of an audience. Then a devious, perfect plan came to mind. It would work, and The Program would hide.