The bare facts of life

I was raised in a naturist family. Although we obviously wore clothes day-to-day when we were out and about in the town in Germany where we lived, when we got home we would take our clothes off and do everything else in the nude. The only exceptions were if the weather was very cold, or we knew we had non-naturist visitors due to call.

For our holidays, we usually went to a naturist campsite on the Baltic coast, where we had lots of fun swimming, playing sports and walking with other naturist families. This story happened during one of those holidays.

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