The last one was my daughter’s dad who we all referred to as “the asshole who ran out on you while you were five months pregnant”. My daughter w...s now seven years old. I was living behind some pretty thick walls and refusing to let anything with a dick in. Hmmm, maybe someone who worked with bricks for a living could figure out a way to get in and bring me out. He would be the one I would choose to let in. Sometimes I watched him talking to his guys, speaking Spanish, with his beautiful eyes. I wanted to grope her ass again but was feeling nervous. So I whisper her name 2-3 times, she didn’t respond. So I moved my right hand over her head. She did not move. Now my courage increased. I slowly placed my right hand on her waist and steadily moved towards her ass. In between, I felt the lining of her panty over the nighty. In some moment my right hand was over her left side ass and I started groping it slowly enjoying every moment of it. Then after groping her ass for 10-15 mins, I. I can't let you go alone."Sam pulled a Glock from his boot and said, "I'm not totally bare. Let me check out the second ops. If we can make it there, that would be a guaranteed spot."I backed the helicopter up, set it down on top, and let Sam get out. I watched as he went down the side of the mountain without disturbing the terrain. He was an experienced field man. I watched as he checked the area in all directions and he kept disappearing in the canopy, perfect cover.From a few hundred yards. With an indulgent sigh he turned around and squatted down waiting for his daughter. "Thank you Daddy." She whispered huskily leaping onto her father's back and wrapping her arms around his shoulders as he started to walk.There wasn't even the slightest stutter in his stride as he carried his daughter through the woods. Strong legs easily strode over the grass as his beautiful daughter clung to his shoulders occasionally laying a soft kiss on his chiseled flesh. "Daddy?" Yes princess?" Mark.