She didn’t come the next day.She came the day after and she looked different. I asked her what happened. She didn’t say anything and just continue... with her work. I followed her during her work and was constantly asking her.At last I couldn’t take the suspense anymore so I caught her hand and forced her to talk to me. It was then I saw that she had a bruise in her hand. Tears started rolling down.I put my hand on her shoulder and she moved closer to me. I couldn’t control myself and my concern. “Jay Lo!” she said and continued.“She is fifty years old,” she said with mock indignation. And I don't have an ass that big!” she said while laughing.“I’m just kidding,” I said.“It is too late. You are not getting lucky for a while,” she said. “I was not counting on it to start with,” I said in a somewhat deflated tone. “Come on that is not fair. We had sex yesterday! “she said pleadingly.“Yes, we did. But when did we have it before that? It must have been weeks,” I said. “You know how things. If she thought he was out, perhaps he might see something?Well that was now a forgone conculsion, because I was now she, and I had no clams of showing him what he wanted, just dont be too visual with my face.Long blond hair can be usful when a girl needs to hide.I walked back into the room and passed the window without looking left, slowly and deliberatly, waited, walked back lifting my polo-necked sweater over my head back to the window, exposing a bare back, free of bra, naked from the waist. " He pointed out."Oh, hold on." I got up and reached behind the couch and brought out a jar of Vaseline. I opened the jar and used my fingers to pull out a big gob of Vaseline. I leaned over and without asking, coated his cock with it. I presume, he might have almost came right there feeling my fingers touching his cock. I quickly moved my hand away from his cock as this time, I wanted to enjoy doing all by himself which I did just now to myself. It was very interesting to see that how he used.