He retired about a month later, stating that the whole incident hadconvinced him it was time to hang up his badge. Dellinger actually had asmall retir...ment party for him. As a favor to Sasha, of course.Jack moved down to southern Florida, bought a little house near Port Richie,and enjoyed a life of well-earned relaxation. For about three months. Amysterious fire claimed the life of the heroic detective. Arson wassuspected, but never actually proven.Sasha Dellinger, however, was busy with. I spit his cock out of my mouth.“Fuck me,” I begged. “I want you to fuck me.”“Turn around then. Brace up on that tire,” he said, still holding the cigar in his clenched teeth.I quickly turned around, placed both hands on the front, outside dual, drive tire, and spread my legs. I kicked off a boot and pulled my leg out of my jeans so I could spread my legs further. He applied more spit to my ass, placed his cock at my hole, and stepped forward. His cock, like his finger, fully invaded my ass;. It was so important to get to him. I had to see him. My tears were already falling because I knew what they would think.We had been driving around in the rain, but being careful. We had spent the night out while my boyfriend was out doing his thing. I knew he wouldn't go too far. He never left me alone for very long.I had heard the accident reported on the news as having just occurred. I was nearby. It was imperative that I get to the scene and get to him. I could see several officers. We've been out here too long. I even think I burned a bit." Wha... what. Oh, thanks mom."We went into the house to shower and clean up and just as I stepped out of the shower I heard her call my name from my bedroom doorway."John? John, can you hear me?" Yeah mom, what do you need?" When you're dressed can you come over to my room? I've got a burn on my back and I need some lotion on it before it starts to hurt." I'll be right there." I toweled off and looked for something to wear, then decided.