We went bare together whenever his mom wasn’t home.
At that time I still lived with my parents and can recall coming home one day to find the house empty and instantly taking off my clothes to see what a “solo” nude experience was like. I loved that too, and soon was going in private nude in my room even when family was home. Once, my older brother came in and stood there grinning at me as I was laying nude on my bed reading a novel. He said, “What are you, http://nudistshots.com of nudist?” I think I said something elegant like, http://nudists-video.net Get out, jerk!” but afterward was pleased to think to myself that I likely was becoming a nudist.
as soon as I got my very own flat, I could eventually go naked as much as I pleased, which was pretty much constantly.
Years after I became a life model and really got paid to be nude which was another enjoyable encounter.
After all this time I still love being bare daily and expect that never changes. When they ever get me in the old folks home, I am only able to expect it is a clothing-optional one. I think I’d be miserable otherwise
Life is best lived bare