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Misty

I already have my bikini on underI have no plans for the su straight to it

Mooes through the usual spiel on how to reach theency This is all standard protocol as they frantically rush around, getting everything ready as the driver patiently waits on the street out front Raul has been with us for many years and knows exactly what to expect from my parents on travel days I’ a book with him to pass the time

But things were iffy for a while because of this crazy thing called the coronavirus The world seeain and Mom and Dad are ecstatic The , they booked their next trip abroad without any hesitation whatsoever

Which brings us to the present moment Mom and Dad are headed to Azerbaijan for the next twoe because Susan and Mark never think twice about taking off even if it means I’m home alone But I like it, and honestly, I’ this since I was a little kid It’s just that back then, they’d hire a nanny to care for me Now, I’m all alone and the privacy is pure bliss

I suppose it’s because we trust each other My parents know I’ve got nothing to hide, and they let me do practically whatever I want even when they are hohter after all, and Susan and Mark love me deeply; they just want et to be hands-off parents, then all the better

I am somewhat surprised that they’ve never planned a trip for all three of us though Susan and Mark try to enrich my life in every way possible, and they love to talk about how their experiences abroad have expanded their horizons But somehow, it’s just the two of them each time Maybe they see this as a honeymoon of sorts? I don’t mind if it is After all, I’m happy with my life here in Millbrae, and it’s fine to be alone as they rekindle their love for one another

I guess it helps that my parents have plenty of disposable income too Daddy’s job helps a lot in that respect He’s in the import-export business which allows hi loads of money Plus, my mom is a lady who lunches, so she has the time to plan detailed itineraries to make the most out of each trip

This vacation, however, is a bit different Susan and Mark are going back to our home country to visit with family and friends Ethnically, Dad is Azerbaijani and Moh we live in the United States now It’s a long story, but my parents met in in the old country, had row up in the neorld, and to experience the best life has to offer Frankly, I have no recollection of our old lives because all I can reht, sunny skies of the United States

Finally, my parents disappear in the car, and I head inside tomimosa My parents don’tas it’s in our own hohteen in Azerbaijan anyways

I dance h the kitchen as I make my way to the back patio I stop before the door to pull offa tiny yellow bikini underneath I love the color buttercup because it reer, lass pane of the back door

God, I am sexy

So e how hot I a bodacious hips, and a set of luscious Double D’s stacked above them Naturally volu just before reaching my butt And ifbrown bedroole in the reflection as I walk out the door, silently a myself

I step out onto the patio, inhaling the scent of the aro I look out over the beautiful yard, seeing the pool, the water fountain, and the various flowers that our gardener works so hard to cultivate