It was 8:10pm and no one had come. Alex tip toed back to his room and looked out his window into the long street beneath him. It was poorly lit but he...could tell no one was coming from either way, at least not within the distance he could see. He checked back on his mom, sitting there, now reclined into the couch, impatient.Alex was disappointed, but rubbed his cock through his pants watching her. Sitting there looking beautiful with those massive tits spilling out of her too small bra. Then he. I can't recall ever seeing him loosen his tie. I had on my work clothes with the sleeves rolled up on my dress shirt exposing my muscular forearms. Joyce liked touching my forearms, reminding me that those years of reverse curls were not in vain.John and I were the first to show up at the bar. It was shortly before six. I was standing at the bar with my pint of Guinness when Joyce walked in a few minutes later."I see you had no trouble finding the place," I said as she walked up."Oh, I've been. She said that she had never seen that much in one place, so, in a fit of macho, I invited her over to see my cache. Thank God, I didn't tell her that I was transmuting it from iron, though I almost did. As you can tell, I had never before had a beautiful girl take so much interest in me.She drove us to my garage workshop, and I invited her in. I dug out the gold from where I had hidden it and showed her all 27 pieces. Jenny was mesmerized by all that gold, and I couldn't blame her. She asked. I answered int he usual way."I'm just not ready. I haven't gotten over the last girl yet." I couldn't help but stare into her eyes when I said that. I wished that somehow she would be able to see that I was talking about her. In some ways I was afraid that she would know, so I added, "Besides, I thought you were going to take care of me."She laughed, "There are some things that I can't do for you."I couldn't help it. I looked down at her breasts and said, "That's too bad." We had never flirted.