How hard was it for him to have said what he had said? He must truly care a lot. "Oh, Tochukwu, do you really mean it?" I asked, stupidly."Yes," he sa...d, "Every word. But I still don't know how you feel." Oh, Tochukwu, I lo..." I stopped. Did I want to say I love him? Is that going too far? I really believed I did, but should I say that word yet?He said, "Go ahead, you can say it - however you really feel." I love you," I said softly. "I love you, I do." I love you, too," He said. Oh, my God!. It ended with me licking her pussy to orgasm, as I shot my cum all over. The next day was awkward to say the least. She stayed in her room much later than usual that morning. Likely scared to come out and face me after what we had done. After all, to this point, she didn't really know that I knew she was watching. She probably thought she was having some innocent fun herself watching a younger man jerk. And even though I was married to her daughter, she hadn't touched me, nor me her. So what. I recovered myself and tried catching her but she missed my hand and in the sudden reflex I rubbed her 35 size boobs . I felt so bad seeing her slip and I quickly held her between her arms and lifted her and made her sit.Since it was early evening there are hardly anyone at gym and trainer too was out.So I gave water and tried to see if she was ok .I checked her feet and knee by pressing few points and bending and her hands too for which she said she was ok. I could see pain in her face.So. Everything neatly labeled and filed away alphabetically. In some instances, he had managed to obtain copies of the original crime scene photos.She had looked at pictures of little girls torn open, little boys who had been raped and tortured, their throats ripped out afterwards. Women brutalized, men castrated.And sometimes he even had items that had belonged to either victim or killer. He had a trophy case full of paraphernalia. He had a wall full of knives and daggers, garrotes hanging by.