Of course Todd did his share of smacking my butt and goosing me from time to time, but he didn't seem to mind it either. I would always be naked in our room, and the family knew it. It was part of the fun Todd and I enjoyed together as we entered puberty, and our confusing teen years. My brother and I always played that game, and traded off winning and loosing. So sometimes I would slow down just to feel one of the guys reach around my dangling cock and balls and pull me under. And being a good swimmer, I would always win. I loved it and would go every minute I could with or without my brother or father.Īs I grew older, of course, I knew I couldn't run down the street naked anymore, but the 'Y' still kept me naked and lovin it!! We added the game of dick tag, of course, another part of being naked I liked. So my dad had the idea of enrolling me in the YMCA where all the boys and men swam naked in a large indoor pool. When the family went to the beach, I thought it very natural to strip naked and run into the cool water. As soon as she would turn around, I'd be bareass and running out the door.
My mom still tells stories about how at the age of 2 thru 6, she couldn't keep me in clothes.
